gratitude ~ {iv}

 
{v}  
one look at  
those baby blues  
& i wanted to  
suck you off
like a geisha  
on an opium pipe,
smearing
dior stained lust  
along the length
of your  
blood swollen pulse  
 
{iv}
i've given great thought  
to digging these  
six inch heels into  
your shoulders
 
{iii}
fuck drunk,
rocking into the  
darjeeling darling  
press of digits.  
i counted three
& thanked you  
for the thought
 
{ii}
i said it  
over & over  
& over again
into
the empty room.
mewled it  
at the ceiling.  
i might have made  
a god of you.  
 
{i}
i stifled a whimper  
into slate coloured pillows
wishing they were blue  
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