{ECLIPSE} A WHIFF OF YOU ON A SUNDAY IN AUGUST
THE MUSIC AS I DIGRESS...
https://youtu.be/3WURmRtIwAg
I feel you leaking brown and sweet into every cavity of my melanin filled body...
A strong breeze as you pass across my top lip... As I inhale you into my nose... So fragrant and I... I sigh.
Memories of you exploding in my mind... The swell of you breasts, the phatness of your ass, the gentle sound of your voice on my eardrums... conversations from the dusk till the dawn.
Sun peeking through the drapes as the world we saw go to sleep awakes.
Good days and bad and here again we persevere... Victims of being born in such turbulent times... Our love the only thing standing against those who would tear us down... Trod us into the ground.
You walking by and flowing into the depths of my darkest soul from whence I came... Spirit of my ancestors all in your tones.
Such an elegant figure backlit by the sun... allusions to the star from whence we came.
Light in its birth and its death... An explosion in the depths of space... Supernova and here we are.
You all big brown eyes and me lost in the images they reflect... Such beauty and I... I would catch a breath.
Pause.... A moment lost in your curves... In your innerflection.
I feel you... I really do.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE MUSIC AS I DIGRESS...
https://youtu.be/3WURmRtIwAg
I feel you leaking brown and sweet into every cavity of my melanin filled body...
A strong breeze as you pass across my top lip... As I inhale you into my nose... So fragrant and I... I sigh.
Memories of you exploding in my mind... The swell of you breasts, the phatness of your ass, the gentle sound of your voice on my eardrums... conversations from the dusk till the dawn.
Sun peeking through the drapes as the world we saw go to sleep awakes.
Good days and bad and here again we persevere... Victims of being born in such turbulent times... Our love the only thing standing against those who would tear us down... Trod us into the ground.
You walking by and flowing into the depths of my darkest soul from whence I came... Spirit of my ancestors all in your tones.
Such an elegant figure backlit by the sun... allusions to the star from whence we came.
Light in its birth and its death... An explosion in the depths of space... Supernova and here we are.
You all big brown eyes and me lost in the images they reflect... Such beauty and I... I would catch a breath.
Pause.... A moment lost in your curves... In your innerflection.
I feel you... I really do.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
