Bind me tightly, silkroped to
the kneeling of your craving.
Keep me secret, padlocked to
the sliver of your heartbeats.
Strip me naked, tightroped to
the turrets of your passion.
Leave me tethered, tonguetied to
the silence of your breathing.
Keep me boldly kept.
The word for Kim’s quadrille today at dVerse is keep. You have to use exactly 44 words as usually.
November 4, 2019
So good Bjorn. Love this play of kept in your keep.
So sensual, and love the Erté!
The ‘Prisoner of love’ print is lovely, Björn, and I’d like to keep it for myself, seeing as my name begins with a ‘K’! I love the phrases ‘silkroped to the kneeling of your craving’ and ‘tonguetied to the silence of your breathing’ – the wordplay and alliteration in your quadrille are outstanding!
Certainly evocative, but well balance. You will have me blushing Bjorn.
Very nice! Hot.
Absolutely love this.
Some lovely word-smithing here, Bjorn. It’s a bit on the sexy side, fits the picture and the prompt very well. A kept woman, indeed. Or man, I guess.
So very alliterate today; wonderful, sensual & light. You had me at /strip me naked, tight-roped to the turrets of your passion/.
Interesting take on B&D Bjorn! Excellent word smithing.
It’s a kind captivity if the ropes are silk. Fun and erotic photo and quadrille.
Love this, especially:
“Keep me secret, padlocked to
the sliver of your heartbeats.”
Very saucy! Love it.
This is incredibly dark and sensual, Bjorn! ❤️
Poetic passion. Nice.
Loved the second stanza.
Oh, you do have a way with words! Love that final phrase.
Great sensuous piece Björn! I love the Erté. I have prints of his entire alphabet.
Keep me kept – sensuality spills all over this one.
that is some fortress
the darkness of love (K)
Tongue tied to the silence …. just wonderful.
Wow. This is really good. Evocative, enticing. Erotic poetry at it’s best. Both hot, thought provoking and very well written. Love it!
You know, Bjørn, aI counted. And, there is exactly 44 words in your poem. Congratulations, in case, my thinking is, you are not aware of it. And there is something to it … 44 words … Making it … Being qualified … As you, excellently, point out in the poem. In difference to people else commenting, aI have no intention of making that poem a question of sexual intercourse. Not at all am aI so natural. So, aI think one better be childish. And count 44 words.
I like the thought of being tongue-tied to her breathing.
I’ve sat here for 20-minutes trying to think of ways to be supportive and encouraging, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a prude. LOL!
Ha… that was a great comment.
I think you had great fun with this one! 🙂
Alluring and erotically evocative–and what an ekphrastic wonder!
I loved this.
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Decided to re-blog this. Absolutely adore it. 😉