that morning

it was the last hour

just before dawn,

that time

when the ruru hooted its final

'more-pork'...

and before the tui clucked

and clanged the new day.

embers glowed dull red

in the open fire

as you softly drew me from slumber

the warmth of your cheeks

brushing against my thigh

and the soft warm molding

of your intimate caress.

slowly, so very slowly

i became aroused,

body responding so naturally

to the silky butterfly embrace...

quietly growing rigid

to taste and touch.

i reached down to

draw you to me so

we could share this

intimate journey together,

but you whispered softly 'no'

and engulfed me once more.

as i began to ripple

and loose myself

you reached up and

held my hands

while i arched

and cried out your name

as i spilled...

it was such a still morning

i could hear the rolling thunder

of waves crashing on waihi beach.

that same morning,

as we spooned under the blankets

and watched the sun rise

from behind mayor island

was the first time

you told me that

you loved me.

(c) Mike Subritzky 2001

'Judith Rose Passion Study'

ruru = Native New Zealand owl, it's call sounds very much like 'more-pork'.

tui   = Native New Zealand song bird and mimic.