Your chaos
Passion cannot be measuredwith the scent of a tea rose in June,it cannot be toldfrom the first breeze at dawnnever to whisperbut screamed at the top of your lungs. Passion […]
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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. […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 