To a Muse

I awaken
to visions of you
head upon pillow
face framed
your hair a golden halo

I stroke your breasts
their gentle swell
rising with each breath
press mouth to nipple
run tongue around its base

trace lines of ribs
to belly's basin
nose to navel
planting paths of kisses
to surround

come to rest at garden's gate
gently spread from post to pillar
whisper to the sentry
please,
allow me entry

such a fragrant field as this
at morning's dew
is heaven kissed
a taste is all I ask
and give more than I take.