A Thousand Years From Forever (Twenty-One)

The Waterloo    
Below Sea Level    
The Bear Kingdom
 
Heaven’s Ordained Bliss
 
Your Majesty, I have summoned your horse saddled and ready to go
Do you believe the rumors on the wind, the Golden Palace is in question from words on the wind from which they flow
Has anyone ever seen this Queen, a time traveler among the galaxies of stars
Kissed by the softness of Venus’ lips, it was once upon a time, she was my Queen, her voice resonated with me, she was so in tuned to my soul, I could inhale her scent orbiting Mars
Your Majesty, there are several claims from various Kingdoms, to have manifested this Queen, who the Supreme King hibernates, under the covers
Well, she is his Queen, his wife, and have you seen, this beautiful siren, as you Lieutenant, if I was the King, over her form, my body will also hover
She will carry my future heirs, to be their Queen Mother

I am intrigue of this faceless, woman who have astral journeyed to my bed, her wings, I have been coveted by
She makes me close my eyes
Slipping into the sacred portal of her soul, my First Lieutenant, it feels like paradise, a trip to the majestic skies
No lie, I mean, now I understand this devotion, to see if she is indeed, this Queen, I can understand your whys
 
The Royal Ball is too long a wait of time
I have not heard her soft voice, or felt her breath mingling with the scorching sensations mine
The elixir of her temple, coaxing my loins, blending, she has intoxicated my heart, the essence of her is non-comparable, I will know her scent even in the dark

Your Majesty, you must keep a level conscious about this
This is not like Hades, where a wicked woman shall become the ripple in the currents that causes a rift
Your imagination needs the relief of Sunshine relax, you are the Sire within these castle walls
Wisdom and Knowledge are the golden keys to life and that, my First Lieutenant, those characteristics shine among them all

Now, if I had a Queen, Your Majesty, she would have brains upon beauty, grace before dishonor, and she must bow her head in the spiritual Hebrew laws of religion
Unto the will of Allah, she will be the Queen of my moonlit nights as we rule the rise of the Sun
Is there such a Queen, will, maybe just one
And the Supreme King, jerks and pour his seeds, the same woman upon the crescent I made love to on the moon, she has made my family jewels cum, and cum

Ahem, Your Majesty, are you done, we must get started before the darkness follows the Sun
This Queen, who remains to my eyes, unseen
Resonated from a stolen moment, written upon the hieroglyphics of my heart, I need this woman, and if she has materialized in the flesh
Then upon her supple skin my tongue shall relish

Your Majesty, excuse me, may I speak
Permission granted certainly among the meek
Your horse has been attending, you are ready to ride out
As my Horse Groomsman, I request you to have three Knights standing post and ready to ride out heading South
 
The Waterloo    
Below Sea Level    
  
The Golden Palace    
The Supreme King’s Bedroom
 
My Queen, Sephora, wake up
If my Royal Medicine Man, was not overseeing your care, I would finger you until you open those gorgeous eyes
I am that horny to thrust this manhood between your thighs

I see some persuasion from a Hebrew King never change
What happened to me and why do I feel so strange

Woman, you gave all in attendance a fright
And whatever occurrence to glance upon the Dragon King and slump, I would find out before the conclusion of this night
His presence lingers under lock and Key, in the tower he is being detained
Until we have a man-to-man talk, there he will remain
Are you alright, my Queen

Mmm… I heard a handsome King’s baritone voice, who is darken hued, very muscular, I think this would be the time to usher attending eyes out the Supreme King’s Royal Bedchambers, I find it rather crowed in this room, and I want to feel your tongue and the ticklish of that beard of yours
I love keeping your chin strands saturated, glistening from your holistic tongue care with my womb coveting your lips, trickling from the assault of a King’s carnal lashing, my back arched, my eyes shutting in bliss
My oceanic love potion, decorating your lips
Your divine locks, the strength when I need to inch close
I hear your heartbeats in the rain, upon the calling from the sky, and I embrace my love upon you, above others, as the voice you once felt, in your ear, the softness of the infinite rose
A King, who keeps me wet...

Wow, slow down woman, my Queen, not so damn fast
This Kingdom is the frontier for peace, devoid of any wrath

Then kiss me, my King, My Sire
I am under this duvet, and without hindrance, now shh… show me those two fingers, then give me the seeds of your greatness, I love to feel your heat in the height of your desires
My King, smile and pretend you are taking care of me, do not worry, once the Medicine Man is gone
Oh… yes, then let those fingers roam

I savor your flavor
And I must say without my words to waver

The Medicine Men, has finished his healing rituals, I have given this heart to you, centuries upon centuries
A flame of destiny we are the salvation stirring in the firmament of mist, within this Holy realm, our scrolls are the Locket and the Key
The awakening, the rebirth, found in my arms
Keep talking like that, a kiss to keep my Queen’s body warm,
You stand as a wise sovereign upon your throne you sit
Your legs upon greatness you shall rise, stand, the quietude power as the Watchers, the Gatekeepers, the Dove of this realm shh… I know those incantations tenderly drift

My Queen, power is not given, it is embodied as an enlightenment, it quietly radiates
Spiritual warfare, our DNA baptized to the vessel of new life it balances fate equate
I am Mother Earth, and I am betrothed to Father Time to ascend, the natural elements of Allah’s offering, sanctioned by the laws of King’ Solomon’s Holy temple
You look sexy, when you hold your head to one side, when making a point, you make looking beautiful to eyes of this King so simple

Yes, and the extension of your soul keeps me wet, moistened, dew, and only for Allah's favorable Hebrew amore
You are lucky someone is knocking on the door
You will be in one moment, my Queen, that’s a signature knock, every hour on the hour, to let me know, I am stable, and we are secure where we rest
What were you saying my King, Oh, your lips to my neck, oh yes
You are about to make me surrender my emotions, oooo... sweet mercy that is a fact

With a becoming Queen, who I have defenseless on her back
No, we are going to lie here, and talk
I have no Royal Meetings to attend, my heartbeats will be the only sound your ear upon my chest stalks



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