Nga Kupu Aroha

On Pegasus
I glide over you

Enraptured

Why

Why had I not tasted you sooner

Every fold
Every moist curve

All serve to seduce me

I imagine being in your embrace

I long for it

You tease me

A vast dark breast beckons
Piercing milky pearlescence

Optic orgasm ensues

Somewhere in your flesh
You hold the warrior

My jealousy of you and he
Matches the colour of your flesh

Words fumble their way from my mind

I have found my love

I have found New Zealand

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