She cupped the silk
of her hands to cover
my eyelids with warmth,
and whispered with cotton wool
softness into
the depth of my ears.
“Guess who it is?”
The curve of her breasts
pressed lightly into my back
was like falling asleep
in the dark,
a stir and promise of stars.
Lacking an answer more proper,
I sighed
and turning around wrapped
my lips ‘round the tip
of her tongue.
… and later
supple like moss
in sweat of our skins
we talked about nothing
while planning the rest
of our life.
Theokriteio romance by Alekos Kontopoulos
Today Sarah wants to write about touch at dVerse. Try to capture the sense how it feels, and for me it felt natural to write about romance… The pub opens at 3PM EST
Also linking up to Tuesday Platform at toads.
November 13, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
…we talked about nothing
while planning the rest
of our life: excellent lines!
Thank you 🙂
You are most welcome! I always enjoy reading you.
Awww I love the ending lines about planning the rest of their lives. So romantic, and I agree, touch made me think of romance first.
Sometimes we just have to be a bit romantic don’t we?
falling asleep
in the dark,
a stir and promise of stars.
love that. This is so tender and gently sensual. Really lovely, Bjorn.
Thank you… somehow the prompt lent itself to this kind of touch.
You wouldn’t say that if you’d had your hands dipped into spaghetti hoops. Or maybe you would…
Ha… not I would not… I think we did something like that when I was a kid… I remember something of my hands being pushed into cold spaghetti being told it was a bucket of worms.
Romance indeed. This piece is sterling and sensual, writing about the kind of love we all hope for or cling to. I went off on teenage raging hormones.
For some that first rage of hormones last the whole life though
So romantic and sweet Bjorn. I love specially:
a stir and promise of stars.
Thank you Grace
“and turning around wrapped
my lips ‘round the tip
of her tongue”
Yum.
Very sexy.
Ha… I assumed you would like it
😛
It’s kind of my genre.
I liked the ending with that serious talk about nothing.
I think it could be seen as a happy end 🙂
Both sensual and sensuous, Björn, with the cupped silk of her hands, whisper of cotton wool softness and the light press of the curve of breasts. I like the way the poem changes direction after the kiss, leaves something to the imagination, and looks to the future.
Thank you .. sometimes we can leave out the details for a happily after
This is so romantic, and seductive Bjorn. I especially love the second stanza, but the last line is perfect!
Bang on as always 👍
Never for a second felt cliched, tough on such a topic.
“Whispered with cotton wool softness” – I like how even your sound is tactile. Nice, Björn.
Beautiful. Especially the last phrase of the last line!
sigh – falling a sleep in the dark with the promise of stars..oh my goodness that leaves me breathless
A wonderful touching and erotic moment!
Beautiful writing. Evocative and tastefully erotic. Bravo!
Sweet close.. great capture of the moment.
This poem about feeling gave me….feelings…so very lovely!
I think you knew who it was all the time. Such a romantic!
Ah, so sensuous in its promised and experienced delight — the buildup with the touch of silk and cotton wool adds into the pleasure of senses. And the last stanza is just lovely.
Sigh! This is sublime. It’s always the simplest of gestures that have the most meaning.
The tactile imagery is very sensual. I love the final lines!
Sigh. Just adore this.
This is just beautiful.