I Visit her in my Dream

I visit her in my dream
Melting down the inside of her right thigh
Like a soft drink, a languorous kiss on full lips;
A taste of honey with nostril flare.
Like a supine goddess she yields, pushes back and scales
The Everest of her desire
Until she, like a bird in flight lets go
To find herself born aloft
On a thermal of ache and longing
On the wings of her first flight.