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Tafuta Atarashī Sep 2016
Dark clouds drizzle
Lukewarm rain
In the late September midnight
And water's seeping into my jacket
Wetting my hair and skin.
And eyes closed I reminisce
On our times of intimate.
Tafuta Atarashī Sep 2016
My sweet
Chanson de Nuit
The focus of
My Ars Nova.
My madrigalism of love
Forever inspiring
My harps word painting
As we rise together like the blazing sun.
Tafuta Atarashī Sep 2016
I want and need.                                                    
You can see the look in my eyes
and the knowledge of my desire
triggers and sparks your inner fire.
Your inner heat.                                                      
It's in every contagious sigh
covers every inch
As I procure every penchant.
You're intoxicating.                                               
And I fall deep with every bite,
every kiss and pull on your soft
lips that envelope me until I'm lost.
In the sensations                                                   
Tha­t travel up your spine.
It's lightning between intertwined
Pent-up-clouds that travel through electric skies.
Thundering and raining until
  The end.
Tafuta Atarashī Sep 2016
In the words,
Of an enraptured harpist.
You are
More precious
Than my fingertips.
And the reason for my music.
You are my woman of Song of Songs,
My sweet and dear chanson
De nuit.
My woman from and of God.
You love and envelope me without cease.
And just the same, I love thee.
Tafuta Atarashī Sep 2016
I'll soon enough be
Drifting into sleep
And waking in dreamland.
A place where I'm at peace
And can count the grains of sand
And the stars  that spiral
Without a care.
Would you dare
To take my hand in yours
And join the sweet fantasy
That is continuously shifting
Twix illusion and faux reality.
With lights off and eyes shut I
Head into that world ever so
Quickly.
Tafuta Atarashī Aug 2016
Little breeze orchid,
To breathe in your scent,
To look upon your visage,
To be in your presence.
Not quite heaven on earth
But there's a great pleasure in it.
And I just want to tell you this,
Thank you for bringing me bliss
In all your magnificent sweetness.
Tafuta Atarashī Jul 2016
I yearn to feel again, burning through
The nerves in my skin, your touch.
I need to once more dive into you
And drink of all your endless lush.  
It's true
I can't get enough.
You satiate my cravings;
But with this great distance of time and space
I struggle with being patient enough to wait.
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