Poetry

Used To This

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Don’t get used to this.

I am the sand that drips

through your fingertips.

Warm and malleable

till there’s nothing left.

Nothing except an image

you’ll soon forge of me

while you’re in my bed,

holding onto my pillow

between your legs.


Photographer Unknown

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28 comments on “Used To This

  1. wow! Lovely piece!

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  2. sueashby7

    Most excellent, and I love it.

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  3. Well writtenπŸ˜ƒ

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  4. succinctly sweet

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  5. Yikes πŸ˜ƒ wonderful though

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  7. Beautiful piece of work

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  8. Raw. Sensual. Love it!

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  9. Great flow, and vivid. Excellent piece.

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  10. Awesome piece right there πŸ™‚

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  11. Amazing! I’m in love with your work. πŸ™‚

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