Family recipes
From my hiding place I watch her moving through the kitchen, preparing dinner. Just like before… I clench my fists … imagining the scent of stew… the scent of mother’s […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 