Playing games at night
Honey, mine you’re my destiny of darker than delight, my doom to slowly sizzle in your arms until sinfully fulfilled. You lead me barefoot luscious, luminous darkly into sleepless sighs […]
Monthly Archives: February 2019
Fire at night
Before you tiptoed close and closer, still my heart was neither wolf nor crow as tingles on my lips from venom of your misplaced kiss spread fire through my vacant […]
Sense of you
Sense, sweet sense and you — You immense suspense of innocence You, my scent of myrrh and frankincense, come dance with me, commence gyrations, sting vibrations, be obscene on me, […]
Pride
It’s not your mirrors but the way you pout your glossy lips and toss the shining tresses of your hair. It’s not your gold but the way you flaunt your […]
The library is closed
The zealous soldiers came at last with kerosene at dusk, in search of the forbidden books, in search of manuscripts and dreams. Dressed in black, they didn’t even ring the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 