Tafuta Atarashī

Tafuta Atarashī Jul 2016

I ****** and nibbled her nectarine
And was rewarded by the liquid sweet
Filling my nose with aromas thick/warm
Akin her heavy and breathy
Intoxicated and pleasurable moans
Voicing the excitement at her soul
Where love has settled deep

Tafuta Atarashī Jul 2016

It was you

It was you who touched me
So intimately for the first time.
And now there isn't a thought about you that doesn't ignite my desire.

Tafuta Atarashī May 2016

Lovers Embrace

What is a lover’s embrace?
There are many definitions
but I believe that by far
that best articulation is this.
It's the type of hug where
you wrap your arms
around her waist
and pull her close and tight
against you with no space
betwixt you and her. Flush
Together with her arms
Around your neck
And your forehead
Against her forehead,
Lips yearning for the inevitable
Kiss, but you withhold for
A moment, enjoying the moment
Of sharing your presence,
Bathing in her sweet scent,
And the feeling of her softness
Held right up against your chest
Eyes locked into her starry nights.
The type of hug you relive for days
afterward, mind full of every second
of that moment of connection
as you breathed in her essence.
This is the lovers embrace.

Tafuta Atarashī May 2016

To love and be loved.

To Love and be loved,
I learned first from Jehovah.
And then, after much learning and preparation,
He sent me you and vice versa.
To love, and be loved.

Tafuta Atarashī May 2016

Untitled

There's a subtle subjugation
Of my spirit, mind, and body
To the touch of your fingertips,
Your eyes, lips, mind,
And soul.
My every fiber looks forwards to
The every second that we use up as
We move forward and let
Love take it's relished toll.

Can't think of a name for this one.

#love #hers

Tafuta Atarashī May 2016

Untitled

Your taste lingers on my tongue,
As does your scent on my skin.
And my heart trembles still
With the vibrations from when
My soul brushed against
Your own
Ever so softly and briefly.
And now my defenses
They're weakening.
Is this that first stage of love?
When I give you the first piece to the key of my heart?
I think so.

May 2016

ARI

I Am Still Waiting

You
Were broken
And I spent
Countless hours
Collecting the shards
Of your shattered soul
From the impact
Of a death.
You
Were sobbing
In a heap of
Bloodied tissues
And I was there silently
Destroying evidence of
Your depression
Induced self hate
As I held you closely.
You
Were a gnarled
Garden of lost
Beauty and I
Was there to rid you
Of the invasive weeds
Happily devouring
The life in your veins
Leaving you to die.
But
I was left with
Bleeding hands from
The shards of your soul
Razors sinking in my skin
From your example of
"Release"
The weeds of depression
Strangling me and all I needed was
You.

But you never came.

-ARI

#depression #anger #life #pain #death #betrayal #hurt #friendship #selfharm