(FROM WHENCE) DEDICATED TO JEN WILLIAMS.
THE SOUND AS I REFLECT...
https://youtu.be/jnB76f9ztB0
If a comet fell from the heavens and obliterated half the planet, it could not compare to you.
If it fell and sparked new life, alien and strange, it would be a side story to the pure loveliness that is your personification.
Full lips, natural hair, so slight and small that I... Ummm.
I would do so many different things to you.
Show my beast to you... He so ready to smell of you.
So lost in your lines that I don't know what to do.
My rigid pole so hard that I reach down and rub... Gotta stop before I explode creamy, sticky and wet into my boxer shorts.
Oh your voice, and it would cause flowers to bloom in my most barren spots, prisms of color splashed on the wall of my subconsciously, fragrant and delectable.
My beast would crouch at waters edge, lower his head and drink of your fluid, gain strength and kick off a revolution.
Staccato shots fired into the night air.
You appealing to every single aspect of my complexity.
So refreshing and I would roar your name earsplitting across the diaspora hue-man.
Write it hieroglyphical on structures hoping that future generations seeing it would speak in hushed tones of we.
Paint it portrait so that they could look into your eyes and see as I see.
The makings of a queen contained in the brown layers of your epidermis as the earth falls into disarray.
I who would find shelter in your shade
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
