A Thousand Years From Forever (Twenty-Five)

The Waterloo  
Below Sea Level  
 
The Golden Palace  
The Queen’s Royal Bedchambers  
 
My Father full of grace  
Let not the sins of many moon tides be the crown that tilts my King’s faith, not another time for my name to be salvaged in its bittersweet taste  
I remember lips so long ago  
Until me, denial, raised voices in shame, silence was my only console  
 
My Sire, was away securing the fate of two parliaments  
I cannot recall from such a point in time that had already came and sadly went  
The serpent’s tongue befallen unto me once that.. that… obscurity slithered in  
 
My Queen, my Queen  
Awaken, as your eyes were closed and you were speaking out from the slumber of one can only assume, a faraway dream  
I heard you speaking out to the air  
What has caused a look of concern upon such a lovely face, poised with a regal’s flair  
 
My Superior Lady-In-Waiting, there will be a darkness, followed by mistrust  
This castle will survive, under the seal of Allah, my word shall be for love, not under scrutiny for misplaced lust  
Let thy will be upon the crown residing upon the royal lineage of my head  
Within my palms, I will lead any King to the glory of his throne, once his clothes are off, then to the comforts of my lavender scented bed  
 
My Queen, what is done behind the glow of the moon, has already been done under the Sun  
Only strong hearts will never become undone, not in this Kingdom  
I am sure this is a case of mistaken identity, it just has to be... this…  
The Dragon King, my Queen, do not worry, our Supreme King will deal with this matter with fair swiftness  
 
Is what the Dragon King resonating with the King’s Medicine Man true. This King speak of truth or hearsay of an earlier affair with a woman he has made peace with his thoughts. He is not willing to denounce his thoughts, and he is stating he prefers they remain as they are  
 
Such dismal could bring a shift among the stars  
I do hope the Holy One upon The Great Skies  
Shine his mercy for the man who professes his love and may have found paradise between your thighs  
He may be our Supreme King, but he is still man, and such unsettling news has not sat upon this castle ever, this is the time, a place of where we hear the Hymns from Heaven's echoing choir  
He has meaning of his crown, of where the dust of his spirit has roamed, who he has been, who he is, and all that he knows to ever be, a Hebrew Sire  
The intellect of a Lion, the Heart of a Tiger, and the hunt of a Panther, a Kingdom of a self-made man, unto himself, strategic in all faucets of his daily desires  
 
I see such devotion and that twinkle in your eye, my Queen  
Some tender sentiments have to be felt for the eyes to understand what the heart means  
 
This is his realm, my Supreme Lady-In-Waiting, where the breath of his loins shall be returned without chaotic sound, peace, comfort, relics of Forgotten Moorish Kings, and Goddesses of old, whispers of incantations to the soul in times of lost serenity  
 
So many ancient moons, I have kissed our tides  
Separation of spirituality the bridge of this pilgrimage is forevermore, our tides are bind  
No matter where the currents take our drift  
The Supreme King should know I will always be his ancient royal foretold gift  
The absence of his rib, the Genesis in the greatness of standing by him, side-by-side  
 
Oh, to blend the essence of heart, mind, and can delve into the perimeter of his soul  
The warmth of his comfort, is found betwixt my thighs  
A Stratosphere tilt and Reality has fused in the biosphere of time  
He is a Supreme King, since pronounced of my tribal name  
Allah's ordained intervention to meet his spirituality in this lifespan as we uprise, as he reigns  
 
My Queen, you were predestined for this baptized dimension  
Your name has hollowed on the ripples of currents, when souls are dipped in the reservoirs of our sacred benediction  
Most do not know once you give the vessel of your temple unto rebirth, I bow to you under the sovereign of my grace, and whispers to you when you join your sacred home once again, as above mentioned  
The Supreme King under his insignia, it's a beautiful divinity  
 
My Queen, may I have permission to speak  
You have a visitor that has traveled and for you, he seeks  
Yes, and relax my Butler, my Superior Lady-In-Waiting, please have the Arabian Stallions groomed and to prepare them for an afternoon riding, the weather is very nice, and we have not went horseback riding in almost, a week  
Yes, my Queen  
And Butler, you may send this..  
The Supreme King  
 
That will be all, Butler  
I would like a private word with Sephora, and I concur  
You may be excused, it appears His Majesty, needs my attention  
 
Yes, my Queen, your body, under the sheets  
Under one condition  
 
Woman, no more kissing your toes Gotdamn  
My King, you are a Holy Man  
 
With a Queen...  
Mm... your lips do feel better than you listening to my voice  
I thought, you would like my softer choice  
 
Now, how is, my King  
That’s Supreme, baby, and a Queen, who love like a Heavenly Angel sing  
 
I'm all ears  
How so, when you're kissing under my chin, if I descend my head just a little my lips gonna touch yours, then I have to put my arms around you and draw you closer to the King's hard body  
That's Supreme King, my love  
And you hearing this from me, don't you ever forget it, and that is how my divine waters flow  
You look handsome when you are making a point to me  
Rubbing down your beard, intellectual thinking, to my eyes, mmm.. what a Queen tease  
 
You know you like my silken love potion, yes, you love palming my hips, seesawing deeper in the sway of my gyrating motion, you love this whispered hottie  
Waiting for your eyes to lick up and down my pinkish cotton candy Holy Offerings, as you think about me  
My Supreme King ...I wish you all the luck  
No..no.. keep that shit up  
 
My Supreme King! And you touched me first  
If I did not have this meeting, I will be all up under that long skirt  
 
I wanted to make absolutely sure, before I get to the root of this discord with several Kings in presence, your virtues are pure and true, and you are not longing for his heart to bring a coup against me and uproar this palace, our home, my sacred place  
 
I will deal with you without remorse if this Supreme King is found to be dishonored for a whorish Queen, who has traveled, who I have dreamed to be here in the flesh, tattooed my tongue, upon her skin, night after night, be made to have to hang his head in disgrace  
 
Look me in my eyes, my Nubian Queen, of the Waterloo and tell me right now, do I need to know anything in advance  
 
No, my Sire will remain, or you to have once upon a time roamed or felt your soul in some intimate dance  
My King, you are needed, the Royal Council proceedings are due to start  
 
My First Knightman, advise the waiting congregation, I will be within momentarily, I am conversing, with my lovely Queen, questioning the arrow of her heart  
I will see you this afternoon, my love  
I do not know this Dragon King, now or ever was  
 
Then a kiss, and under those sheets once the Sun goes down  
Mmm.. I love the way, my King thinks, now that is a date, worth for the night, me taking off my Crown  
   
 
 
Copyright©SKC-2025