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.
wow! Lovely piece!
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Most excellent, and I love it.
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Well writtenπ
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succinctly sweet
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Yikes π wonderful though
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Beautiful piece of work
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You are welcome
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Raw. Sensual. Love it!
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My pleasure
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Great flow, and vivid. Excellent piece.
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Awesome piece right there π
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Much welcome!
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