[DO THOSE THINGS]

[DO THOSE THINGS]

THE MODEL FEATURED IN THIS PIECE IS NAMED ANA FOXXX.

THE MUSIC AND IT IS A BANGER... DON'T SLEEP ON IT...

http://youtu.be/wedjH9HAuPQ

Do those things that make me want to melt into you...

Dwell in the depths of your womb...

Beat at the walls.

Make me cum in my mind a thousands times as the blood rushes to my other head.

Makes it swell in anticipation of an invitation to enter the hall of your mansion.

Lavishly display your flower for me... show me its petals.

Glistening in such pretty shades of purple to pink.

So fragrantly pleasing to my sense of smell... a taste of honey as it drips onto my waiting tongue.

Lay back and pose for me like an artistic rendition... I feel it in the recesses of my perception roaring like a train... Whistle as it screams past... Bend over and let it hang.

Buttnaked ambitions of beating it till you lay sweaty and still... holding your belly.

Small explosions still going on... tremble and moan.

Satiation...

Do those things for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

FREAKY SUITE

[FREAKY SUITE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/zDO47NMweQg

I encourage you to fuck with my mind.
You such a succulant piece of creation as you dribble into the particles of me.
Fuck with me and make me want to fuck with you.
Lay you down and fuck you till my dick is sore... till you beg me to stop cause your pussy is swollen.
To kiss you between your thighs as I push against them and make your clit stand so strongly.
To those who think that the talking of nasty is new or that it takes away from the beauty of you.
Fuck em!
When you wake in the morning know that I see the freak in your eyes all subtle and repressed.
When you lay in the bathtub and rub your secret parts with the door open while making love to the water I see you.
I see your freak when you put on those stilettos and prance along... legs, ass, and tits as they stand so strong.
See the difference between me and the next man is that I will call you on it... confront your freak and make her come out.
Fuck with her mind and make her fuck with you hormonally as I stroke her with soft words.
Make her purr.
Vibrate into the air of my air.
Become one with me as we fuck... hot and sweaty.
I encourage you to fuck with my mind.
Fuck with my freak


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[WAR OF THE COLLECTIVE MIND]

[WAR OF THE COLLECTIVE MIND] A SCI FI SHORT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS STORY... DOES THAT NOT MAKE IT A SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynraW46TzGpcZl7-pe4RUfrSI

It is now the year 2075 and a whole lot of things have changed. The last world war happened 43 years ago. It was against the people.
The governments of the world banded together under a new banner and formed a plan to control what they perceived as threats and came up with an igenious way to control the common man and woman. The chip was small amd effective. It was injected in the people of the world during the outbreak of a new virus that killed thousands of millions the world over
Would that the people could have known that even the virus was part of the plan.
The chip has changed things.
Man now lives under the collective mind there is no more free thought and the flag of the level and the square flys from the towers that stand as testaments to the power of the illuminati 
The chip is now placed in children at birth... Born slaves.
There is no reason to watch T.V. 
Everything is automatically programmed into the central cortex. Even dreams are suppressed and controlled. 
We live in dorms in these cities that dot the land and do the jobs that we are told to do by the CENTRAL CONTROL AGENCY. Big letters, no one is allowed to breed without authorization.
The government decided that race was also a detriment and people were interbred until this generation has no race.
No more people of different races are being born and the children are raised by THE AGENCY in the "camps."
We are even able to communicate via the chip which attaches itself to the brain 
You know what? 
I think my chip just died today.
There have been signs that it was losing its control as far back as 8 months ago. That was when the dreams started to come in the night.
The dreams make me want to be free and give me clues as to how to do it.
I do not want the chip to alert the authorities as it is programmed to do.
The dreams tell me that I must leave today.

[ELECTROSEXUALLY]

[ELECTROSEXUALLY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS CYBERSEXUAL JAUNT...
http://youtu.be/352n1E-MKEo

You have the most amazing ability to excite me electronically.
A most beautiful representation on a cyber screen... Dancing undulatingly into the sexualty of my freaky psyche.
Dripping into the karma of my sutra thicky as honey dribbled on buttermilk biscuits.
Thickly like cold cane syrup...
Chocolate on an African tongue in the dark of a den of love where sweat tesifies to the frantic need to feed.
The need to release.
Hips that jut into the sensuality of my want... My energetically.
Fractured pieces of me which I rain on the mounds of you thickly. 
Covering you fluidly in the cream of my passionality... Words cease to have defined meaning as flesh seems to become the reason...
I hope you caught that cause I am in the perimeter and the center as I drift lost in the hue of nubiality.
Explicitly trapped in a state of juxtaposion as you have become the transition... An image on my computer screen so thickly displayed.
Cybersexually funked into the freaky of my horney... Show me just a bit more... Pull that fabric to the side. 
Ahhh That skin so pliant to the song that I sing in hushed tones... touch it for me.
Thats not a question or a plea it is what you will do for me.
You have the most amazing ability to excite me electronically.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{PHAT KAT}

{PHAT KAT}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ROMP... MMM MMM MMM.
http://youtu.be/iTEN117X9rc

DAMN GIRL! 
How you get that kat so phat?
Got me drooling in my brain pan... 
Insane in the grey of my membranes.
Spread and let me see that kat as it pushes against the fabric.
Damn girl that punani so phat.
Got my tongue hard.
Pole on swole.
Be my dirty dancer and make it wink for me... bend it over and let that kat hang in my demented dreams.
See I say the things that other men are afraid to say... let me in so I can play in that phat kat.
Ride it like a gorilla on a rampage in the heart of the jungle.
Beat it like a drummer at a battle of the bands to a standing ovation and screams of "FUCK IT DADDY!"
Wet sheets and crumpled panties laying on the floor as I fuck the bed up.
Pay special attention to the phat lotus blossom of that kat... lips on swole from the width and length of my natural ridges.
Veins and skin as I push it in and try to wreck the walls of your womb.
Make that kat purr in obvious releif as you release all up and down the hardness of me.
Fall on your face trembling and sighing as we bust shots... 21 gun salutes orgasmically.
DAMN GIRL! 
How you get that kat so phat?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[NO DISRESPECT INTENDED]

[NO DISRESPECT INTENDED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. YOU BETTER LISTEN ...
http://youtu.be/6Ogp6I4D4-c

I really dont mean any disrespect but somedays I wake up with big ass all on my mind.
I dont mean no regular ass, I'm talkin bout some a dat pure dee downright oooo lawd big ol ass that jiggles whether its in jeans or a skirt.
Not ass but BIG ASS ASS.
Some of that ass so phat you can see it from the front or the back... some ah dat bend it over ass that you want to hit from the back and hold and watch ripple.
Spank and drip sweat all over.
Ass that will cause an instant erection in the most embarrassing situation... what did that preacher say?
Mopping sweat with the A.C. on 12 below.
I dont feel its a sin to look cause if I was'nt suppossed to look dat ass would'nt be made like that.
All big and juicy bout to jump out of dat skin that holds dat ass in... got me so fucked up in the ass recepting part of my brain.
If that ass was musix it would be bass as it thumped down in the trunk... funk, funk, funk and thump, thump, thump, thump all over them cheeks in a most salicious moment.
Lewd dan a motherfucker as dat ass became my sounding board... slap, slap, slap and splat splat, splat.
Damn woman dat ass is just so damn phat in the sub of my concious.
No disrespect intended.

jerald hamzah faruq murphy

[ALL LAID OUT] PANORAMICALLY UNIQUE

[ALL LAID OUT] PANORAMICALLY UNIQUE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. AHHHH... YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/Truum4LR3U0

To lay you down and cause you to display your liquidity as it glistens so succulently...
Drops of fluid that taste so sweet as I lick at the heart of your matter...
Woman you can cum on my chin.
A moment as I peruse this moment... thighs in the air, toes pointed to the sky.
To feel your fingers as they graze the swollen length of my pole... rub at the base and stroke...
A sharp intake of breath as I push you back and rub your clit with my engorged head... spank it and rub it between your lips.
Push it in as you beg me to take it easy while spreading your legs even wider to accept the width... cry out as I take your nipple in my mouth and hold you down.
Pull at your hair and try to reach your fallopian tubes...
From the front... from the back.
Sideways and reverse cowgirl shinng on the hardness of my dick as we give it all we got as I beat my way into the primitive of your nature and stroke you right past the present and into the future.
All that thickness laid out before me in full panoramix 3d... 
We need to tape this and sell it on bootleg, some of that hood amateur skeet, skeet, skeet wet the sheets digital porno as it floods the streets.
You got that good good that will make a man lose it prematurely if he is not careful... so hard to contain... so hard to maintain.
All laid out before me.
 Panoramically unique.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SPEAK] WE SO SWEPT UP IN THE TALES OF OUR INFAMY

[SPEAK] WE SO SWEPT UP IN THE TALES OF OUR INFAMY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD STORY...
http://youtu.be/yCgnjmD2l98


Here we are my people lost in the tale of our infamy... what we have become as the world we live in spins out of its orbit and falls away into the coldness of space.
We the children of Africa lost in the state of non-recognition where our story is but a lie told time and time again.
Fed to babies in the bottles that we give them to live, drawn on chalkboards in classrooms where even the rat is white.
Scientifically and psychologically raped and impregnated with ignorance and fucked up philosophies.
Our condition so orchestrated that we cannot see between the notes of the song as it plays on the radio...
Strains of Allah seeking to wake us from the deepest of sleep that we have fallen into...
A stone placed at the mouth of the cave where we dwell in the darkness with closed minds and ambivalent attitudes...
Illusions of owning it all materially playing in dreams on subconcious screens where all we are are pawns on the playing field.
What was once an oak tree has now become bricks where our voice is silenced and we are shunned as we rot in a white mans prison... swing in the proverbial breeze...
All the while thinking we are free when all we are is they.
Law of the land that does not include we.
Falling to the ground like dead leaves as the winter approaches and white snow covers the whole...
So cold.
White snow...
As here we stand lost in our own story...
Infamously.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy