Trophy....... Adult Nature Poem by karen sinclair

I observe in silence
Bite my lip in reverence
Pause
In
Deep profound thought and praise at the trophy of love which consumes my Knightly praise
An oscar for the lucky few
A bafta a treasure but nothing compares to.....
The trojan warrior i wish to consume
Devour delight
The one with whom
I hope to share
This
Very
Knight
Fantasies slip as unguarded secrets whispering possibilities
Probabilities
Positions of passion
Rationless kisses strewn as roses over my lovers soul
Billowing sheets heated by loves random actions
Satisfaction guaranteed
As long as im free to explore the depths of the deep deep
Sea green world
Mer tails unfurled
Where we float within the bubbles of hope