Kept in your keep
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. […]
Tag Archives: passion
Dusk
You taste my hands preparing us for dusk, in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk. We listen for the nightingales to sing, and let the longing of our lips […]
River loved
Murmur me with rivers, shiver leaves with breeze, ease yourself in subtle trance dance me gently, sway — play me with your fingertips, lip me, lick me crazed daze my […]
Capsicum lips
The day you peppered me with capsicum — you were fire, burning my desire as you gripped my loins we were salt, and waves and waves I was kelp and […]
Incense of us
The way you sway and muslin cling on hips is sweet, infatuating inducing incubus insanity Come love succumb to me! Come succubus! In sense of scent (not innocent) we’re more […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 