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 […]
Tag Archives: passion
Nocturnal spice
You whisper to the darkness; wishful truths believing that the moon is there for you believing night can bring eternal youth believing that the clotted blood is dew In fall […]
This glowing night of sanguine hips
In glowing nights of sanguine hips, we shed our last maracas tears; to sway away when sun has slipped. From burning cheeks, mascara drips, but doom of dawn is not […]
Your doom and smothered pleas
Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed. in tear of tears, a gem you saved till last, just like before our monsters bared their teeth: to let us dawdle still, forever […]
My mistress burns – a sonnet
you conquer woods – entrap the cloudy skies with fingers stretched you carve my burning skin I open up like autumn-ripened cowpeas skive our breathing’s heavy as we yearn for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 