Original sin

Some actions are like the sun rays,
So damn hot, full of funny ways
In our voice was some kind of grace
Innocence lost heavenly race.

Sweet extraordinary thing
Swimming in original sin
Intimacy clogs timid mind
Inside a room we were once blind

Saints in us we toss into bin,
Sex we turn into a common thing
In here it is our Queen of hives
Intimacy with endless vibes.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tags: intimacy, Poem, Sex, Sin

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