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A Thousand Years From Forever (Sixteen)
Pearly Gates
Second Heaven
Archangel Michael
Archangel Michael Sealing The Sands Of Time Door Portal
Then Praying Upon It After His Exit
My Lord, I have searched upon t
Your Angel daughter, Archangel Gabriel has accepted her life into the beginning of her rebirth
My Lord, I feel darkness sailing on the wind
The portal is sealed, a conflict of inner melee which have the manifestations, we will not give birth to the Jinn
Guard over my daughter, Archangel Michael, time upon Giants of its creation in the Waterloo, we as the Heavens’ oracles refuse to repeat, we were never the original sin
You are to oversee this realm of predestined souls, carnage and earth will coincide or shall collide
Upon the Big Bang Theory, spirits will convert to isolation, where peace shall refuse to abide
Is my Angel daughter centrical as the time in reverse has mend
And who is this King her hand is betrothal, and is his love of a mortal unto the Waterloo for his soul to ascend
My Lord, it’s a King, of old
Is this King’s name in our book of everlasting scrolls
Does this
He is immortal by the ordained sword of King Solomon’s sacred gift
Is this the Immortal King who has traveled many realms, has been bestowed upon many names
The future of the Waterloo, relies on honor, compassion, it must be practiced everywhere for the success of rebirth to become and to became
The beast that sits upon his throne of darkness, shall not be illuminated once the Anunnaki begin to chisel upon earth
Replenishing minerals to give Mother Nature her grand worth
We are beyond the circle of time and creation
A spiritual cradle to be rebirthed in the warmth of love and no trepidation
My Angel daughter must remain chaste, yet foresight to reign
My Lord, your Angel daughter, is settling in her foreign land as she stands
Is this King in my daughter’s presence, an honorable man
In the glory of the third Heaven, his soul shall be given his Golden Crown
Rebirthed vessel, nine months of creation to live in the now
What is this dark element you foresee that has echoed to me
The Archangels shall not intervene these occurrences must come to past
To birth the two great nations devoid of hatred and wraith
If there ever was a King, who honor I must raise to be my fate as my guidance propel your Angel daughter to her fate, as it is written upon parchments, read on wall, the hieroglyphics
The roots displayed for all eyes to take in its Egyptian’s gist
Archangel Gabriel, I shall be the King with dark eyes that commence my consecrated chirp by day
I will grant you Archangel Michael to be this King, who as you say
You have been given my highest honor and my regards to lead my Angel daughter from temptation, evil, and wickedness
She is to lead that dimension to our internal enlightenment, with rebirth of soul ordained from the Waterloo’s abyss
The Waterloo
Below Sea Level
The Golden Palace
The Supreme King’s Bedroom Chamber
No... what… help me, help me
Queen Sephora, wake up, wake up, baby you were panicking in your sleep
My King, My Lord, I feel danger that the winds may lie at my feet, it goes against the practice of our peace
Look around, my Queen, would these arms allow anyone else to invade our dreams
I had the most off settling conversation, just with Dragon King
The brotha is off, and his footsteps in my castle is starting to ring
Any woman ever told you, you look handsome when you raise those locks on your head
For you to ask, then it is up to you to soothe me in this King size bed
I like your smile once I got you naked and still begging for me to lie betwixt those thighs
Well, I be, My King, you did say, you will be all up in me until a Grand sunrise
Would you like me to have the Butler attend to the drapes, you look like a fetish to me, now that the sunlight is capturing those hazel eyes
I have dreamt upon many moons and no Queen, but now to my surprise
Mm… and I like where your fingers are inching into, kiss me, my love and make me sigh
Ahh… yes, you lick upon your finger, the creamy essence of my (sugar dew®)
A king that tastes his Queen’s essence off his two fingers, mmm…now that is new
Kiss me, I have a Royal Ball to plan, and parting is such sweet sorrow
Not in this brotha’s book, and last night is now tomorrow
And this sexy Queen did whisper some explicit in my ear, sticking the tip of her tongue inside
Yes, I also recall you fingered me until I climaxed, then I eased down on your royal family jewels
And I love the way my Queen, when her Hebrew King is up in her, my palms on those hips, oh baby, you are truly this King’s Queen when that pussy ride
And I was promised breakfast in bed by our butler as today we rest
Getting reacquainted with the past in the absence of time at best
Do not exclude, my King, My Lord, I said to cuddle as well, and I am yours to surrender after that
Oh, no need to remind me, we know that is already a matter of fact
I am your King, and I am exercising my royal rights
Mm... My King, My Lord, I thought I took care of your hunger all last night
New day, my love, keep up with this King’s flow
Well excuse me, okay, I am listening so that you know
We still have those strawberries and vintage wine
Down your biloxi bosom I will lap until I lose all sense of time
And dammit, I like your soft flesh, when cleaning all over up my mess
My fetish, of course, it's your breasts
Keep you begging for my weight on top of you, emotions, feelings interchangeable, not wanting anything less
Once I’m in my Queen’s narrow voyage, I had, and still got you needy and wet
You are a potent lover in these covers, if I am allowed to speak so free
Go on and confess to your Sire your royal needs
I have not had you yet on your knees
Mm… every stroke, every touch, every kiss
Every sentiment because that feeling when entwined souls’ outcry to each other primitive mist
That pheromone scent of mating, blending the wetness of cradling lust, kisses to my lips you always smother
Yes, that feeling this King gets when my body over my Nubian Queen hovers
And I entwine my legs around yours
My seeds into your creamy centered black mother of pearl, let my future lineage pour
Excuse me, My King, My Lord, there is a matter that needs your immediate attention
Between trying to stabilize many kingdoms under my seal, this is the part, I must abandon my Queen, royal duties call without apprehension
I understand, you handsome Hebrew man
My King, My Lord
Hold up, My First Knightman, your Queen of the Waterloo
Was about to give her King some of her good pussy, and I like the way her body moves
Shh… he will hear you
Go, My King, My Lord, you have corrupted your Queen, therefore, you may go
One kiss now... keep this brotha hard all day, so once I seal my royal insignias, back under those sheets, make you feign for your King’s cum flow
And that’s at best
I will be planning the Royal Ball until you can make your Queen…wet
My King My Lord, what was utter back it was gibberish, and I did not understand
I am on my way as I command
We have much later, Queen Sephora, my Queen
Copyright©SKC-2025
Second Heaven
Archangel Michael
Archangel Michael Sealing The Sands Of Time Door Portal
Then Praying Upon It After His Exit
My Lord, I have searched upon t
Your Angel daughter, Archangel Gabriel has accepted her life into the beginning of her rebirth
My Lord, I feel darkness sailing on the wind
The portal is sealed, a conflict of inner melee which have the manifestations, we will not give birth to the Jinn
Guard over my daughter, Archangel Michael, time upon Giants of its creation in the Waterloo, we as the Heavens’ oracles refuse to repeat, we were never the original sin
You are to oversee this realm of predestined souls, carnage and earth will coincide or shall collide
Upon the Big Bang Theory, spirits will convert to isolation, where peace shall refuse to abide
Is my Angel daughter centrical as the time in reverse has mend
And who is this King her hand is betrothal, and is his love of a mortal unto the Waterloo for his soul to ascend
My Lord, it’s a King, of old
Is this King’s name in our book of everlasting scrolls
Does this
He is immortal by the ordained sword of King Solomon’s sacred gift
Is this the Immortal King who has traveled many realms, has been bestowed upon many names
The future of the Waterloo, relies on honor, compassion, it must be practiced everywhere for the success of rebirth to become and to became
The beast that sits upon his throne of darkness, shall not be illuminated once the Anunnaki begin to chisel upon earth
Replenishing minerals to give Mother Nature her grand worth
We are beyond the circle of time and creation
A spiritual cradle to be rebirthed in the warmth of love and no trepidation
My Angel daughter must remain chaste, yet foresight to reign
My Lord, your Angel daughter, is settling in her foreign land as she stands
Is this King in my daughter’s presence, an honorable man
In the glory of the third Heaven, his soul shall be given his Golden Crown
Rebirthed vessel, nine months of creation to live in the now
What is this dark element you foresee that has echoed to me
The Archangels shall not intervene these occurrences must come to past
To birth the two great nations devoid of hatred and wraith
If there ever was a King, who honor I must raise to be my fate as my guidance propel your Angel daughter to her fate, as it is written upon parchments, read on wall, the hieroglyphics
The roots displayed for all eyes to take in its Egyptian’s gist
Archangel Gabriel, I shall be the King with dark eyes that commence my consecrated chirp by day
I will grant you Archangel Michael to be this King, who as you say
You have been given my highest honor and my regards to lead my Angel daughter from temptation, evil, and wickedness
She is to lead that dimension to our internal enlightenment, with rebirth of soul ordained from the Waterloo’s abyss
The Waterloo
Below Sea Level
The Golden Palace
The Supreme King’s Bedroom Chamber
No... what… help me, help me
Queen Sephora, wake up, wake up, baby you were panicking in your sleep
My King, My Lord, I feel danger that the winds may lie at my feet, it goes against the practice of our peace
Look around, my Queen, would these arms allow anyone else to invade our dreams
I had the most off settling conversation, just with Dragon King
The brotha is off, and his footsteps in my castle is starting to ring
Any woman ever told you, you look handsome when you raise those locks on your head
For you to ask, then it is up to you to soothe me in this King size bed
I like your smile once I got you naked and still begging for me to lie betwixt those thighs
Well, I be, My King, you did say, you will be all up in me until a Grand sunrise
Would you like me to have the Butler attend to the drapes, you look like a fetish to me, now that the sunlight is capturing those hazel eyes
I have dreamt upon many moons and no Queen, but now to my surprise
Mm… and I like where your fingers are inching into, kiss me, my love and make me sigh
Ahh… yes, you lick upon your finger, the creamy essence of my (sugar dew®)
A king that tastes his Queen’s essence off his two fingers, mmm…now that is new
Kiss me, I have a Royal Ball to plan, and parting is such sweet sorrow
Not in this brotha’s book, and last night is now tomorrow
And this sexy Queen did whisper some explicit in my ear, sticking the tip of her tongue inside
Yes, I also recall you fingered me until I climaxed, then I eased down on your royal family jewels
And I love the way my Queen, when her Hebrew King is up in her, my palms on those hips, oh baby, you are truly this King’s Queen when that pussy ride
And I was promised breakfast in bed by our butler as today we rest
Getting reacquainted with the past in the absence of time at best
Do not exclude, my King, My Lord, I said to cuddle as well, and I am yours to surrender after that
Oh, no need to remind me, we know that is already a matter of fact
I am your King, and I am exercising my royal rights
Mm... My King, My Lord, I thought I took care of your hunger all last night
New day, my love, keep up with this King’s flow
Well excuse me, okay, I am listening so that you know
We still have those strawberries and vintage wine
Down your biloxi bosom I will lap until I lose all sense of time
And dammit, I like your soft flesh, when cleaning all over up my mess
My fetish, of course, it's your breasts
Keep you begging for my weight on top of you, emotions, feelings interchangeable, not wanting anything less
Once I’m in my Queen’s narrow voyage, I had, and still got you needy and wet
You are a potent lover in these covers, if I am allowed to speak so free
Go on and confess to your Sire your royal needs
I have not had you yet on your knees
Mm… every stroke, every touch, every kiss
Every sentiment because that feeling when entwined souls’ outcry to each other primitive mist
That pheromone scent of mating, blending the wetness of cradling lust, kisses to my lips you always smother
Yes, that feeling this King gets when my body over my Nubian Queen hovers
And I entwine my legs around yours
My seeds into your creamy centered black mother of pearl, let my future lineage pour
Excuse me, My King, My Lord, there is a matter that needs your immediate attention
Between trying to stabilize many kingdoms under my seal, this is the part, I must abandon my Queen, royal duties call without apprehension
I understand, you handsome Hebrew man
My King, My Lord
Hold up, My First Knightman, your Queen of the Waterloo
Was about to give her King some of her good pussy, and I like the way her body moves
Shh… he will hear you
Go, My King, My Lord, you have corrupted your Queen, therefore, you may go
One kiss now... keep this brotha hard all day, so once I seal my royal insignias, back under those sheets, make you feign for your King’s cum flow
And that’s at best
I will be planning the Royal Ball until you can make your Queen…wet
My King My Lord, what was utter back it was gibberish, and I did not understand
I am on my way as I command
We have much later, Queen Sephora, my Queen
Copyright©SKC-2025
Published 16th Jan 2025
Author's Note
This is a novel in progress© 2025..
SKC🖤
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, either are the product of the author’s imagination’s or are used fictitiously, and to any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events, locales is entirely coincidental.
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SKC🖤
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, either are the product of the author’s imagination’s or are used fictitiously, and to any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events, locales is entirely coincidental.
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16th Jan 2025 3:45pm
My friend, what a delight to read from start to end as a first draft it is great
