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. […]
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To my warden
Not even sunshine warms me quite like you and evening rain can never raise my yearn as softness of your raging lips that burns with spice of peppermint in purple […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 