Tickling petals gently wet
dewed as butterflies
may flutter, high on sunsets,
we will softly silk-sigh,
skin-to-skin, thigh to hand,
tit to tongue
upwards we can sin
to merge impaled;
we, my love, we
shall burst in bloom,
and later, later fade to black.
Sanaa guest hosts at dVerse with on the subject of erotic poetry. One of my favorite ways to write poetry.
September 1, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is absolutely brilliant, Bjorn! ❤️ So much to love here especially; “we shall burst in bloom, and later, later fade to black.” Amazing use of colour here and the pacing makes it ever the more enticing. 🙂 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤️
Wow! This is so vivid. I love how you tie in the different themes entwined with erotic poetry. It’s sensual, it’s physical. It’s beautiful. Fascinating writing once more.
I love this Bjorn. Always interesting to read from the men’s perspective.
But we shared some words with our poems, smiles.
Very evocative and expertly crafted. I like this one a lot! The image you chose to accompany this piece is perfect as well.
OOoh. I really like this, Björn.
This is your forte’, Bjorn, and evinces itself frequently in your poems. You do it SO well!!
A fabulously sensual and erotic extended metaphor, Björn! I especially love:
‘we will softly silk-sigh,
skin-to-skin, thigh to hand’.
I love that you captured the sensation of merging into something greater than the two entwined. Lovely poem.
Your language is vivid and beautiful ☺️
Burst in bloom and fade to black! That says it all!
A deliciously erotic poem that’s also filled with the profundity of love. You are truly at home with this form, as is evident here.
This undulates with sensuality… lovely!
Well written Bjorn, tender and subtle.
Direct, yet subtle at the same time.
More flowers, like fireworks, then fading to black and sleep.
❤ This is a delight! ❤
Very sensual and tantalizing from “tickling petals to fade to black.” Perfect ending.
Lovely piece Bjorn, full of that Shakespearian sadness that all beauty like flowers, butterflies and sunsets – must eventually fade.
The little death in all its glory, metaphors that make one sigh, and alliteration to accentuate, wonderful.