(SEE SHE I SEE)
THE SOUND AS BEQUEATHED UNTO SHE...
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When I touch she in mine mind it doth flip... She skin the electricity that would energize I and I, that would power the cities of mine fertile mind.
Populate the world's that I inhabit.
The sound of she voice the singing of ten million angels... The gentlest flutter of their gossamer wings.
I standing in awe listening, lost in the throes of rapture... I feeling she in the tiniest bone in I and I body... The ending of mine every nerve tingling.
A figment of mine tortured mind she hath kept me alive in mine darkest moments... When most men would have given up the thread I have found comfort in she memories.
A whiff of she air in mine lungs... A miniscule amount of she injected into mine bloodstream.
I and I would cease to exist if not for she influence... These words would lie unused and trapped in slavery.
Chained and broken in the bondage.
I a black boy meeting a small she... Her big brown eyes so full of wonder... The throbbing of my young 💓 about to burst my chest.
Mine waking belongeth to the essential she... Mine dreams where she doth cavort nude and clothed... Lying beneath and suspended above.
She sheath welcoming mine sword... She viscosity lubricating my thrusts.
I born of she in turbulent times, the first face I saw was she.
I wandering looking upon the vast wealth of she... A treasure to vast to fathom.
My life is she as well as my imminent death.
I reaching out to she across the masses of hue-manity... Gently... Oh so gently.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
