Second of Sin

by Mark

Just a new quick poem I wrote.

When I let your lips sleep on mine
I knew sin was steaming
Up from a second of sparkle.
It wasn’t even a morter just
a bottle rocketing sent
into a seizured sizzle.
The wrongs embedded in
Every toss and fall that
Went across our cells.
I was  left with blisters
pussing impurities into skin
You, sober from wrongs
Swelling your sprit
only wanting one.
Me wanting you
Loving her.

By Him.