{OF THINE FLOWER AND MINE SUN}
THE SOUND AS CONNECTION IS ESTABLISHED...
http://youtu.be/DsocoIK82Ww
A moment, a second as I peruse the beauty of thy flower...
The way that thine petals glisten with thy wetness, thine anticipation.
A pause... I blow and make it flutter as you shudder...
A breeze in thine garden.
So cooling while making thee warmer.
Drops upon our very skin... Dew on the carpet of thine nappy locks.
Come mine dear and spread in the light of mine sun...
Thou art so fertile as thee invade the beginnings of mine thought.
My formations...
I mezmerized and hypnotized by the spurs of thine pollen hover like bee and alight.
Ever so gently as mine soul cries out its appreciation for thine creation.
You and I symbiotic...
I without you and these lives would die.
Thine flower so vibrantly colored that it attracts I... Draws mine attention and brings mine primality surging forth as a raging hard...
My swollen head throbbing against the softness of thy thigh...
Our aroma filling the room as we in coitus melt...
The promise of little deaths and great resurrections as the moon gives way to the sun and the earth rises.
A moment, a second, your flower spread.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE SOUND AS CONNECTION IS ESTABLISHED...
http://youtu.be/DsocoIK82Ww
A moment, a second as I peruse the beauty of thy flower...
The way that thine petals glisten with thy wetness, thine anticipation.
A pause... I blow and make it flutter as you shudder...
A breeze in thine garden.
So cooling while making thee warmer.
Drops upon our very skin... Dew on the carpet of thine nappy locks.
Come mine dear and spread in the light of mine sun...
Thou art so fertile as thee invade the beginnings of mine thought.
My formations...
I mezmerized and hypnotized by the spurs of thine pollen hover like bee and alight.
Ever so gently as mine soul cries out its appreciation for thine creation.
You and I symbiotic...
I without you and these lives would die.
Thine flower so vibrantly colored that it attracts I... Draws mine attention and brings mine primality surging forth as a raging hard...
My swollen head throbbing against the softness of thy thigh...
Our aroma filling the room as we in coitus melt...
The promise of little deaths and great resurrections as the moon gives way to the sun and the earth rises.
A moment, a second, your flower spread.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
