A sonnet in early October

Inspired by an unexpected revelation

A treasure sits upon the throne - my queen
in all her splendor, unconcerned that she
is utterly revealed, her beauty seen
in stark totality - the curves that we 
revere as archetypes of feminine
affection and abundance, and the place
which lies enframed between her thighs, wherein
abides her passion, where I shall embrace
her with my purity of meaning and 
devotion as my noble scepter shows
its dedication to her ruling hand.
And when we share the basic sacred throes 
of an ecstatic bond, then I will claim
to have adored and known her regal fame.