CREAM

[CREAM]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS MIND FREAK...

http://youtu.be/70zgzHqP4Wo

Such a sweet dream of lingering in your cream...

Of lying in the tones of your skin..

Drifting into the core of you.

Where others see only the nakedness I see the artwork of creation revealed...

Layered and unique, making me want to lose myself in memories of you when the night is cold...

When the day has been a constant struggle.

Visions of you dancing across mine eyes when I sleep...

Awake from a wet dream and try to hold on to your image... the whisper of your spore...

I feel you in the beats of my heart... the rotations of this earth... day and night.

A sip of the essence of all that your are...

Revelations of the Alpha and Omega scribed into the scroll of our beginning...

Written in the tablets of our end...

Electronic hieroglyphics to be translated by a future archeologist in the year 3115.

A push past the liquidity of your lily lips and a thrust into your womb...

A satisfied sigh and the release...

Such a sweet dream of you lingering in my cream.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

DO IT TO ME

[DO IT TO ME]

THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS STORY... SOME MOVIE SHIT FA SHO...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrbq6nFvyWniKmvz01DK6tlP

I get out of the car at the club and look around at all the cars in the lot.

I am alone tonight. All my boys are otherwise occupied and thats cool too. I place the blunt that I was smoking in the car to my lips and inhale. The sweet smoke fills my lungs and I cough.

Straight to the motherfuckin head.

After I finish the blunt I walk up to the door and speak to the people who speak to me. The big off duty cop walks over to me and gives me pound.

"Whats up Yoda?" he says as we stop and look at a woman walk by in a tight ass dress. Her ass is so phat that it pushes against the fabric and you can see that she is wearing t backs.

Me and Peanut, thats the cops name, look at each other and exchange appreciation.

"Damn bro that shit right there will make a man go crazy as hell." Peanut says.

"Yeah but that would be a good ass crazy.  I would be waiting for them motherfuckers with the white jackets with a big ass smile like the joker and shit."

Peanut laughs and says "Boy yo ass crazy as shit already."

We laugh and I open the door and walk into the club, it is packed already and I make my way to the back.

I lean against a stool in back and look around at the people in the club and I recognize a whole lot of them and some I dont. I glance at the door from time to time.

I have this thing about doors. I have to be able to see the doors when I am in a crowded place. Some shit might just jump off.

I leave my stool after awhile and roll up to the bar. The owner sees me and comes over to where I am.

"Whats up Yoda? he asks as he places a napkin on the bar and pours me a double shot of Makers Mark.

Straight, no fuckin chaser.

We talk and he asks me what I'm doing here without my boys.

"Man them motherfuckers had other shit to do." I say as I pull on my drink and look at all the ass on the dance floor.

"So what you into tonight?" he asks as a woman walks up and I hug her.

"I answer him before I speak to her as she hangs in my arms. "Nothin. just fuckin off. I turn to her and say "Damn Wanda girl you look like heaven in them tight ass pants. We went to school together and grew up in the same neighborhood.

She laughs and says "Yoda yo ass shole know how to lay it on thick."

"Just like peanut butter baby."

She laughs and says I got somebody at my table that wants to say hi to you.

I ask for another drink before I leave the bar and I buy her a long island iced tea and we make our way back to her table.

When we get there I see her sister and another woman at the table and they are talking . Her who is at the table notices me and her sister and she waves which in turn makes the other woman at the table look around.

For a second time stands still and all grows silent.

Damn.

It is Amanda.

Sometimes you meet women and they stay in your mind no matter how much you try to forget them or how long they have been away. Amanda is like that for me. We have never kissed or held hands but it ain't cause I didn't try.

She looks at me and says "Hi Yoda." and that is all I hear. All I see are her lips moving as the strobes play on her tones.

I know that sounds like some storybook shit but its true.

They offer me a chair and I sit down.

"Damn Yoda yo ass ain't got to speak." Wandas sister who is named Wendy says and I say.

"Girl I'm sorry you know you my peeps."

She looks at me and says "Yoda you remember Amanda dont you? She is my cousin that moved away in the tenth grade."

I look at Amanda and say "Yep, but the question is how well she remembers me."

That lightens the mood and we all talk and bullshit around for a while before some dudes askes Wanda and Wendy to dance and they say watch our stuff as they push into the crowd on the dance floor.

I look at Amanda and I ask her "So where have you been?" I just want to hear her voice.

"I have been in Georgia." she says.

"Oh yeah? I was born in Georgia what part are you in. She tells me and I say "Damn thats only like 30 miles from where I was born."

"Really?"

"Really."

"So why are you back here I ask as I call the barmaid over and order another drink. I ask Amanda if she wants one and she says "I'll have A sprite."

"A sprite?"

"Yes. I dont think that I should be drinking in my condition." she rubs her hand across her dress and it is only then that I notice that she is pregnant.

"Heyyy... I didn't see that." I say and she laughs at me.

"Boy yo ass is still crazy as hell."

"Yep."

Her cousins come back and have another drink or two before they go back on the dance floor and I just sit there and talk to her. After awhile its late and We prepare to leave and Amanda stands and I notice that she is still fine as hell even if she is pregnant.

I walk them to the car and am about to leave when Wanda calls me back and invites me back to their place. I accept. What else I got to do.

We get back to their place and Wanda pulls a deck of cards out and says "Yall wanna play?" 

We all say yeah and she puts on some music and I roll some blunts and get the air up to sufficient thc level. 

We all talk of the old days and shit and pretty soon both sisters are ready to go to bed. They leave me and Amanda alone and she starts to talk to me

She tells me about her boyfriend and babies father and how he hauled ass as soon as she got pregnant. 

She also tells me that she has not had sex in almost six months and how horny she is.

I stop her with a kiss and my hand rests on her belly as we pull apart and look each other in the eyes.

She stands and pulls her dress over her head and stands in front of me with her underwear on.

I look at her body and feel the need to rub her so I stand and do just that as she melts into my arms and I trace my fingers over her skin.

I sit her on the sofa and kiss her belly and I pull her bra back over her tits and kiss her swollen nipples.

She moans and arches her back and I pull her panties down to her knees andI  kiss her pussy and she jumps as if shocked.

I dont stop and soon she is moaning and calling my name as she comes in my mouth.

She guides me up by placing her hands on the side of my face and pulls me close to kiss me before she stands and starts to unbuckle my belt. I help her and soon we are both naked on the couch and she kneels down and sucks my dick into her mouth and it grows so hard and so thick that she look surprised.

I pull her head back and stand er up and turn her to the couch and I lay her down and  push her legs apart and rub my dick between her pussy lips and she trys to grind it in. I see the want in her eyes and I sink into her slowly as I feel the hotness of her pregnant pussy.

The wetness.

We fuck like this for awhile before she asks if she can ride my dick.

I say yes and she sinks onto my dick and closes her eyes and grinds my dick deep into her womb as we fuck in the soft light. I see the lines on her belly and I rub them as she leans back and fucks my dick.

She comes again and it runs down between my legs and I feel it on my balls and I stand and turn her around and push my way into her pussy from the backas her belly hangs.

Damn! this pussy is good.

She begs me to come in her pussy... on her ass and that excites me so much that I fell my come as it boils in my belly. I come and it sprays all over hers ass cheeks and back and into her hair as she grinds back and makes my dick slide back into her pussy. We stay like this as my dick goes down  and we breathe heavily into the rooms air.

She looks at me and asks me a question.

"will you be here for me everytime I come back?"

I look at her and answer.

"Yes."

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE CALL OF THE BEAST]

[THE CALL OF THE BEAST]

THE MUSIC AND AS ALWAYS IT GOES ALONG WITH THE PIECE SO YOU BETTA LISTEN..

http://youtu.be/fAyHeEb_wwE

When it comes to sex I am a pure jungle beast, growling and kicking over trees.

Me a like the smell of punani as it drifts to my flared nose.

Stand back and wave phallus in the air and pound on my chest as I emit a mighty roar.

Just a pure jungle beast.

Throw you to the floor and spread your legs and drink the water of your stream.

Look up and around as the drops gleam and glisten in the hair of my beard... take the head of my dick and spank that clit.

Grab your hair and suck at your tits... make your nipples sore hard in the air that we breathe.

Spin you around and take you from behind... I know you like it rough.

Beat down with furious bass as the pressure drives you to the floor... grab your hips and pull you up for more.

I like it when it hangs like juicy fruit... all pretty and purple and pink.

I want to hear your pant and yell... hollar and scream... neighbors stopping on the sidewalks wondering if they should dial 911.

"I think I heard a gorilla. You better get here quick."

Make you look at me in a different light when we finish, eyes all hooded and satisfied as you fall off into a deep sleep.

A pure motherfucking beast.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

COSMIC TRUNK FUNK

[COSMIC TRUNK FUNK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/aujw8XbIyUE

MY WORDS BEAT LIKE AFRICAN DRUMS ON ANCIENT MEMORIES PLAINS WHERE WE A PEOPLE ROAM LOST AND SCATTERED.
AS THE LETTERS FALL TO THE SKIN PERCUSSIVE AND UNIQUE... FORMING A PRIMAL FUTURISTIC BEAT OF PLANET SHATTERING PROPORTIONS.
HEATED TO MILLIONS OF DEGREES AND TRAVELING AT HYPERLIGHT SPEEDS TO FALL INTO THE MIND OF MATTER.
FLASHES AND SPARKS OF CREATIVITY ARRANGED AND SPUN SO ELOQUENTLY THAT THEY SETS ENSLAVED MINDS FREE.
I AM THE FUNK AND THE THUMP...
THE THUNDER AND THE LIGHTNING...
THE HURRICANE AND THE CALM.
HEAR ME.

FREAK NASTY

[FREAK NASTY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. IT IS PURE FYAH SO MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/jkx9ra67Mls

All buck naked and spread before the eyes of an erotic king... a madmans dream of possibilities all lying open and bountious as I aspire to plunder thy lands... take your seething seas.

Pretty brown skin so soft that to touch it is to be born again... a meltdown into the pink.

Let me lick at the heart and soul of the situation and fuck my way into your pores... play with your pineal clit.

Lay the thing down and make thee climatically skeet a little skeet... squirts of fluidity into the air.

Thighs that remind me of running wild in the musculature of your fantasies as you talked to " awww BIG DADDY!"

Kissing at your calves as they flowed past my peripherals... thrust to the sky.

Liquid fyah on cold nights as we react to primitive passions and pheromones drifting past distant memories of future sexual relief.

Yeah you can call me nasty but you know you like it when I talk like this... get all nasty and shit.

Pull at your nipples and bite you on your legs... nibble at the lips of your pussy and beat that savage beatdown.

Some of that tribal ghetto pound that thang to the ground...

Some of that proper english spoken word... a talk to thee of thy flower as its petals trancendently transport I away... awayyyy.

A fuck of your perceptuality as I sink into your womb and ignite its walls in spasmodic pulsations fluttering off into the corners of your mind.

Bucked over and open to my manipulation.

Let me fuck with your imagination.

[SONIC REGRESSION]

[SONIC REGRESSION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE.. MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/zXzVseTgO9I

You sank into my mental membranes on the wings of a sonic whisper... Stirring the grasses of sensualities plains with your sexuality, roar of rushing blood to my extremities.
Taut and turgid skin so in need of release, drops of life glistening as they are spent.
A moment of rest in the shade of you relieved.
Your eyes the road less traveled as I follow them into the soul of thy matter.
A digression of proportions to momentous to document in a few fragile sentences and paragraphs, leaking onto pages and reflectively reflecting.
Oh to feel the impact of your words across a candles light on a quiet night, watching your lips move flickeringly, so absorbed at the softness as it penetrates my want, pounds at my need.
A bass beat of primal proportions hammering at the closed doors of my cage.
I a sexual beast chained but not contained.
I hear your call, speak to me.
Blow your breezes into the forests of me and stir the leaves in my trees, mix the blood in my veins, solidify the marrow in my bones.
Push at the skin covering my brain... holding it all in place.
Build onto me and make me into a formidable fortress able to withstand any onslaught... land, sea and air.
We the city of Cibola glowing in the distant sun forgotten and neglected.
Still golden and undiscovered as man continues to rush headlong to the end.
You sank into my mental membranes on the wings of a sonic whisper... stirring...stirring.

WE INFINITE FEATURING ARIEL SENAT

[WE INFINITLY] FEATURING ARIEL SENAT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...  MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/OICK1M6s2MQ


J
We blow minds off into innerspace, a blast glowing off in the nothingness of formation the heart of creation.
Nothing and all in a flashing spark, planet and sun obliterating and reformulating whole star systems.
We create new life as we rain.
Meteorites fragmenting in fieyry freefalls onto dead planets orbiting newly formed main sequence stars.
Dust roaring across lifeless deserts and unstable seas as we plant life seeds.
Roots digging into the soil as photoplankton erupts in the rays of our light.



A
 We are what many aspire but truly can't fathom or dream within the domain of their futile visions all the while what seeps through the cranial cavity that captivates has illuminated a far forgotten part of the mind which in turn causes a raucous in spirituality...

Within the lunar belt of the plasmic passionate percussion of thoughts what is that isn't but present with indent as the craft recreated itself.....

Intricately as the Stars outline the universe & its somewhere in there came & went so fast one couldn't even notice the reality of what was just missed but could be dissed cause it was never acknowledged but yet the mastery of the craft is yet to be understood we are yet comprehended.........

J
Harbingers crying on streetcorners warning of our arrival...
Sirens and air horns.

[THE NEED] PART THREE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

[THE NEED] PART THREE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrZUs0b3NBAeCnozEhj-pcAr


I am at my apartment smoking a blunt and listening to "Midnite and Dezaries" song "" and thinking of what I am going to say to her on the phone as I pick it up and dial her number.
It has been so long since I have really talked to a woman who I had intentions with... who I wanted to remain with.
She picks up and as soon as I hear her voice I am calmed and I start to talk to her about how glad I was for that time on the bus.
I also tell her how good she looked to me. I have never really been one to mince words once I get started and this was no exception.
It is now or never and I am not about to let her get away now that she is so close.
I lay back and listen to her voice as it sinks into my pores and visualize her in my arms, the feel of her breast pushing against me. We talk of so many things in such a short time and I feel as if she is feeling me so I ask her what she is doing right now.

As night fall approached I fell down with the sun. Exhausted from my hectic day. I pour a glass of wine and savor the rare quiet moment in my otherwise chaotic house. My two sons wrestled themselves into deep slumber.

I close my eyes as I take a sip of my wine and my thoughts drift back to my short conversations with Jerald. I can't remember the last time I talked to a man who made me feel so alive. Almost forgot! I told him I would call. As soon as I reached for the phone, it rings.

I heard his voice on the other end of the phone and I melted, while butterflies took flight within my stomach. His pleasant voice made me smile and his compliments made me blush. My heart rushed in a frantic beat like Morris code as my body sat still. Engaged in our conversation I didn't want to end. We touched on so many topics and then he asked me what I was doing right now...

*thinks to myself: I hope he asks me out*

I ask her this question with double intentions. I want to see her right now.
She tells me that she is sitting on the couch and listening to me.
I like that answer.
She sounds so relaxed.
I settle back and tell her how good she looks to me when i see her. I also tell her how much i love to see her in a dress. The fullness of her really drives me wild. Talking to her like this makes me remember that its been a long time since i have even touched a woman.
I want her so bad right now.
I ak her if its okay if we see each other tonight.
I just need to be close to her. I want to smell her and look at her lips as she talks to me.
I wait for her answer.
Is it just me or did the room suddenly become warm? This flash of heat didn't appear until my phone rang, my heart sang and I felt that little twang between my thighs. Oh my! What do I make of this? Here I am talking to this man on the phone. The same man I would see on the bus every day. He smile beamed like sun rays and now we're at this moment.

As I sit on the couch and listen to this gentleman say the most beautiful compliments to me, I can't stop smiling. He's starting to awaken these urges I haven't acted on in a long time. His attractiveness plus his attentiveness equals me feeling some kind of way.

He asked me if we could see each other tonight. I froze in my seat, pondering should I? I picture his kind eyes, his warm smile, reliving the giddiness I felt when we were on the bus.

And my answer is...

Yes.

I go into the bathroom in a daze.
Damn! I get to see her tonight.
I climb into the shower and as the water begins to run I see her in my mind again and my dick begins to rise.
I want to stroke it, to take some of the tension off but then tension in its place is a good thing sometimes.
I step out of the shower and go into my bedroom where my clothes are laid out.
All I am gonna wear tonight is some shorts and a sports polo. I feel better when I am comfortable and my clothes reflect that.
I throw on my New Balance walking shoes and rub on just a tad more Egyptian musk. I do not wear jewelry, that is for women... for their adornment. I do not need trappings to justify who I am or to attract attention.
As I walk to her house I wonder what we are going to do tonight.
I want to give her something to remember me by so earlier tonight I stopped by the florists and got her 6 purple carnations. I did not know if she was going to agree with seeing me tonight but I always ere on the side of caution.
I see her apartment and my heart rate increases in anticipation.
I knock and she opens the door...
Damnnnnnn.

I go over the "to do" list in my head. Shower... check. Wax... check. Pretty toes... check. Hair... check. Everything seems to be in order over here. Except for my riddled nerves. You would have thought I've never been around a man before. I just want our first get together... away from the bus... to be nice. I don't know what to expect, but I'm a nervous wreck. The thought of him in my living room makes me happy. The thought of him any where on my body makes me blush. Stephanie Mills interrupts my thought, but I do agree with her. I feel good! I feel good all over! Let me finish getting ready.

I lotion up, put on the bra and matching thong I bought from Victoria's Secret a week ago and a sexy sundress. The colors compliment my skin tone and the dress hugs the curves of my thick body. I slide on my strappy sandals, not that big of a heel. As I look at my reflexion in the mirror, I nod in approval. I just hope he likes it. I put on my little accessories and spray on some poppy by coach. I have some wine chilling and some beer in the refrigerator. I wasn't sure which one he would prefer. Fruit, cheese and crackers are out, just in case. I don't even know if he'll like this. I hope he does. I'm so damn nervous and excited at the same time. I take one last look at my hair and make up before...

The knock at my door let's me know that he's here.

I open the door and greet him with a smile.

When I was younger the "art of noise" had a song out called moments in love and I listened to it a lot. I always imagined lyrics to that song when I listened to it.
Right now I feel as if I have discovered those lyrics in living form.
I stand there at the door for a second drinking here in and she says "Are those for me?"
I answer yes and she takes the flowers from my hands and invites me in.
I follow her and catch myself looking at her ass as it undulates beneath the fabric of the dress she wears.
She motions for me to sit down on the couch and she holds the flowers to her nose and inhales their scent as she walks to the kitchen and comes back with them in a vase.
I see that she has laid out some cheese and crackers and I nibble at them as she sits next to me and we talk.
I keep looking at her legs, her skin and into her eyes and before I can catch myself I reach out and cup her chin and lean in to kiss her.
I have envisioned this moment for so long.
Even as I lean in I am hoping that I have not fucked up the moment.

I open the door to find this beautiful man standing in front of me with flowers in hand. I'm elated as I let him in. I show him to the couch, then I walk into the kitchen so I can put these purple beauty's in a vase with some water. They smell lovely. I sit next to Jerald and place the vase on the table. I see he likes the snacks. The way his eyes traveled from my head to my toes and all points in between, its safe to assume that he approves of my dress as well. I cannot feel the electricity between us. Our eyes meet and I can see his hunger. Can he see mine? It must be obvious, because he reaches out and cups my chin. He leans in to kiss me. The butterflies that were once fluttering inside of my stomach flew away. They can't stand the heat that is smoldering down below. His lips moving closer to mine. Chills trickle up and down my spine. He wants this. I definitely want this. And in a split second...

We kiss.

I touch her lips with mine and I can't seem to stop. My hand falls to her thigh and she leans into me. I feel her skin through the fabric and I know that I must have her. I reach up and carress her nipple through the fabric and I feel it grow hard as a moan escapes her lips.
I cant seem to stop as my tongue in in her mouth, her tongue is in mine.
I reach into her dress and pull her breast out and suck her nipple into my mouth. I have thrown all my caution to the wind, I need her so badly right now. Her legs fall open and I move my hand between her thighs.
It feels like a furnace behind the smoothness of her panties and I rub her through them before I pull them to the side and brush her clit. Play with her pussy lips.
I hear her moan again and it makes my dick grow even harder.
I stand and look at her and she make no effort to conceal anything as she reaches up and pulls me me back down.

Our lips touch and everything inside of me comes alive. I lean into him as his hands travel up and down my curves. My mind is telling me no Lisa! Its too soon. But my body is screaming out for his erection. Our tongues play tug a war as we passionately kiss. He sucks on my my breast and I'm aroused. A lady shouldn't be doing this on a first date, but common sense flew out the window as his hands explored between my thighs. There's only one thing that can extinguish the flames that burns inside of me. We are at the point of no return, nor do I want to. Each touch has me moan in wanting. I crave this man. He stands in front of me and my eyes stroll down to the engorgement in his pants. Mmmmmmmmm... I think he needs to be released. I pull him towards me and start to undo his pants...

She takes the button loose on my shorts and zips down my pants and my hard dick springs into view and it takes her by surprise. I can see it in her eyes as she takes it in her hand and strokes it.
I float on the high of her touching me for a minute or two before I pull away and go to my knees on the floor in front of the couch and kiss at her inner thighs. The smell of her sex plays across my nose like a violin concerto and I tear the thongs from her hips and fling them to the side as I place me head between her legs and kiss her on her swollen clit as I suck it into my mouth and push her legs open even wider.
I want to see all of her and she throws her legs into the air.
I reach up and grab her breasts and hold them as I lick her and hum on her pussy.
She tastes so good that I want her to cum in my mouth and I play with her clit with my lips and tongue as I put one of my fingers in her pussy and play with her g spot..

He dropped his pants exposing his hard dick. Surprised at first, but then I start to stroking it.

He kneels down to the floor and starts kissing my inner thighs. Then he ripped my thong off of me. My hands grab his head and I pull him in. He pushes my legs open as he sucks and licks away at my sweetness.

I moan as he continues to maneuver his tongue inside of me. A steady flow of nectar pours from my pussy to his mouth quenching his thirst.

I take him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom, where I proceed to lay him on his back. His eyes roll back as I take him in my mouth. His dick throbs as I suck on his prutuding erection. My tongue slowly slides up and down his thick shaft and he moans in pleasure.

I see the fire in his eyes. His desire is plain to see. Neither one of us can ignore the urgency of our need. My heartbeat is racing at a fevered pace. I'm aching to have him inside of me...

 I wake up.
Damn!
Where is my phone?
That was the most vivid dream that I have had in a long time and it has just made me want her even more.
I remember how her skin felt in my dream and my body responds to even that gentle nudge. I dial her number and she answers after the third ring and her voice sounds husky as if she has been asleep.
We talk for awhile and I ask her if we can go somwhere and talk.
I wait for her answer.

The phone wakes me from my very erotic dream. It felt so real. Real enough that my panties are wet and there's throbbing down there. As I reached to answer the phone, I noticed my hands are soaked from my virtual dream. I washed my hands before I pick up the phone. It's Jerald. I can feel my face glowing. We talked for a few minutes and he asked me if we could meet somewhere and talk. My answer is...

Yes.

[FUNKYSEXYFREEFORMED]

[FUNKYSEXYFREEFORMED]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS BEAT SO TO NOT LISTEN WOULD BE TO MISS OUT...
http://youtu.be/11yH_DThH2U


Woman you have excited my hormonality...
That shit that stirs so deep that it can't be explained in words and letters as defined by mortal man.
Thats why I have to reach into the grain and pluck definitive words to describe the beauty of you... the magnificality.
Blast the language into smithereens and stir the mess before reassembling it.
Chocosexufunkualate it so to speak.
A perusal of the highest order in effectuality as I spin this weave.
Spiralate it and compare it to D.N.A. the building blocks of humanity... Seen?
Set it on fire and watch it light up the whole of mans universe... sun born of mother earth.
Mathematically precise in the breakdown of we... A marijuana induced dream... An erotic soul scream.
Wet it up and plunge it to the coldest depths where man has never been... Not even the mackinest pimp with the baddest threads.
Slick it back and lay it down... Take you to the highest peak and let you see infinity and reassimilation... Africa unbound...
The thumping heartbeat as it beatsdown...
I want you...
I need you...
Let me funk you hormonally.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[CYBERSEXUAL REGRESSION]

[CYBERSEXUAL REGRESSION]

THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT...

http://youtu.be/bidyYaKQjVs

A regression into the cyberality of you... cybervisually.

The huskiness of your voice suggests your intentions and makes me recline in expectation...

I so receptive to your manipulation, hand in your panties as I talk in your ear across the miles... you still belong to me.

Let me hear your wet, slap it for me.

I so hard as stroke... your image in my mind your voice in my ear.

Spread your legs and tell me how it feels as you divulge to me of your secret fantasies... menage, outside, in front of the open window nipples pressed against the glass as I hit it from the back.

Some of that big dick all in yo guts love.

This my favorite of games as we play into the deepest darkest of wet ass sexy night... touch that thing for me, make it cry drops that drip to the sheets between your ass cheeks.

A moment of moans and groans as you shudder in release of all that pent up sexuality that can only be sated in the living of the dream... freaky ass situations where your voice takes on a form of its own... becomes so solid,  Pixilatedly imposed on a mental screen.

Touch me cybernetically... 

Talk to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(AN AVERAGE DAY) AN URBAN SHORT STORY

[AN AVERAGE DAY] AN URBAN SHORT STORY
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The sun filters through the window and falls on the mans face and he awakes.
He sits up in the bed and immediately swings his legs from under the covers and his feet fall to the floor and he stands.
This is a very important day and as always there is no time to waste. 
He hears the sounds of the family in the apartment next door as they wake. Someone turns on the T.V. and he hears the sounds of Phineas and Ferb filter through the thin walls.
He walks into the kitchen and starts a pot of coffeee and rolls a blunt of some kush that he bought a couple of days ago and waits for the coffee to get ready. He picks up his android and sees that he has messages waiting but he does not answer them, not right now.
The coffee is ready and he pours a cup of it and adds some cream.
He sips it.
Ahhhh. 
He lights the blunt and inhales of the sweet smoke and walks into his small living room and sits down and turns on the news and watches as the newscasters continue to feed the masses bullshit, as the politicians lie to the people.
He turns the T.V. off and walks into the bathroom and turns on the water in the shower and strips down. He climbs in and takes a quick shower and walks into the room where his clothes are already laid out and he looks at his body oil on the dresser as he tries to decide which one to use. he finally decides on the frankincense and myrhh.
He rubs oil on his head, his arms and legs before he dresses and prepares to leave his apartment.
On the way out he stops by the fish aquarium and drops a feeder stone into the water and he watches as the fish begin to feed.
He heads to the stairs and is about to go down when the door of the apartment next to his opens. He turns around and sees his neighbor she is wearing some tight ass pants as usual and her ass juts out behind her as she steps out. Damn she is fine!
She looks down the hall and sees him and they wave at each other. Her two children come out behind her and her son sees him and he runs down the hall to where he is.
"Hey Mr Jamal" the boy says as he stops short and holds out his hand. They shake and the little boy holds his hand as firmly as he can. This is something that Jamal taught him. The little boy looks him straight in the eyes as they talk and his mother makes her way down the hall to where they are.
"Jabari leave Jamal alone. How you doin Jamal?" she says as she hands the boy a brown bag. "Boy you gone be hungry if you leave that lunch."
"Sorry mama" the boy says as he takes the bag from his mother.
The little girl who is named Rasheeda waves and says "Hey Mr Mal." 
"Hello little Rasheeda he says as he takes the stroller from her mother and they make their way down the stairs.
The two adults talk as they walk down and the woman who is named Mary is complaining about the fact that she is kinda late and she has to walk Jabari to school and try to catch the bus to get her baby to a doctors appointment.
Jamal thinks about this and asks her "What if I walk Jabari to school and you go ahead and catch the bus? I am going by there anyway."
"Would you do that Jamal?"  she says as she looks at him with admiration in her eyes. This is the only man on the block who has never direspected her or tried to talk his way into her panties and her children like him so much.
Jabari was a handful before Jamal came along and since he started hanging with Jamal he has calmed down and he is at the head of his class in school. Everyone is so amazed at the transformation.
Jabari looks up and the joy is apparent on his face as he says "You gone walk me to school Mr Jamal?"
"I got you Jabari" he says as he takes the boys hand and they say goodbye to his mother and sister.
As they walk they talk and the boy asks him about Africa. "Mr Jamal is Africa a long way away?'
"Only if you look at it that way Jabari. Africa is you and everything around you, do you overstand that Jabari?"
"No."
"Jabari, remember when I told you that your Ancestors were African and that all man originated in Africa?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay if that is the case then what is that man right there?" he says as he points at a man standing at the corner about to cross the street."""
"He is African."
"Okay and what is that woman right there?"
"She is African."
"Exactly."
"Now what you must remember Jabari is that you carry the whole of what your ancestors were in you. So if your ancestors were African then what are you?"
"I am African."
"Thats right Jabari and no matter what anyone says to you you will be African till the day you die so that means that you carry Africa with you everywhere you go and you have to carry yourself as such. Remember when I told you that all the people that the preacher talks about were Africans, all the people he says are prophets and even Jesus himself were Africans."
"Yes sir Mr Jamal."
Okay now so where is Africa Jabari?"
The boy thinks for a minute and says "In me."
"Thats right."
They come to the school and the boy turns and shakes his hand "Bye Mr Jamal." He catches himself and says "Assalam alaikum Mr Jamal."
"Wa alaikum salaam Jabari."
The boy runs up the stairs into the school and Jamal continues on his way.
At the corner he walks into the store and the Indian man behind the counter is yelling at an old black woman.
She stands and takes the abuse and Jamal walks to the cooler and grabs a green tea and walks to the front of the store and the man is still yelling at the woman. 
"You always come in here with not enough money! You need 6 cent more to buy that. That is what is wrong with you people, always not enough money."
Jamal hears this and he can not contain himself.
"Hey man you aint gonna be yelling at that sister like that bout no fucking six cents." He says this calmly.
The Indian man looks at him and says. "That is what is wrong with you black people, you lazy and drink all the time!"
Jamal looks him in the eyes and says "Have I ever owed you for anything?"
"No you good black man, you are not like them."
"Yes I am like them."
"No not like her" he says as he points at the black woman who has clearly seen better times. Her clothes hang from her and she has a rather ripe odor.
"Jamal looks at the Indian and says to him "You are a most pitiful creature. You come into our communities and take our money. You try to have sex with all the pretty women and you keep your women from us. you take our money and spend it elsewhere and drain our community. does that make you better than us or just a part of the problem?"
The Indian man is mad as hell right now and he says "Get out my store! Get out now. He grabs a bat and comes from behind the counter and walks towards Jamal. 
Jamal stands his ground as as soon as the man is within reach he swings and hits him dead in the face. The Indian man is caught off guard and Jamal snatches the bat from his hand and begins to beat him with it.
He hits him 5 or six times before the old woman calms him down.
She looks at the prone form of the Indian man on the floor and says. "You better run boy. That man is dead."
Jamal finally realizes what has happened and he looks at the mans body on the floor and he says "I am not going to run. It is time that someone stood up to these people who rape our community. 
He takes his cellphone from his pocket and dials 911 and he and the old lady wait util the police arrive. They make him lie on the floor as they cuff him and place him under arrest.
They ask him question after question and place him in the car as the body of the storeowner is brought out and paraded in front of the cameras under the white sheet.
He is taken to the police station and the detectives grill him and tell him that he is being held on a murder charge.
That night Jamal lies in the cell and meditates on the days events. 
How a day that started so innocently could manifest into this.
The next morning Jamal is awakened and shackled along with a whole bunch of other people who have been arrested and is taken to the courthouse. 
Reporters line the sidewalk where the prisoners are brought in and they yell and take pictures of him as the line of prisoners is led in.
When they enter the courtroom the people who have lawyers and who have bailed out are called first. 
Money does have its advantages.
When the prisoners from the jail are called Jamal sits and waits. He notices a man walk into the courtroom and sit at the front.
He does not have time to really pay attention because it is at this time that his name is called. The man stands and walks to the podium with him and looks up at the Judge and says "Your honor I am here representing Mr Akbar and I have here a copy of the D.V.D. from the store. Your honor it clearly shows that Mr Akbar was standing his ground as as such he is protected under that same law.
The Judge looks at the baliff and says would you please put that in the player Paul?
Everyone in the courtroom looks at the tape and the judge says "Given the introduction of this eveidence I find that Mr Akbar was indeed standing his ground and he is to be released from custody post haste.
The lawyer looks at him and says "I am glad to meet you Mr Akbar. That woman you protected in that store was my grandmother and even though she looks the way she does she is quite well off. We try to make her leave that neighborhood but she has lived there for a very long time. Her children were born in that neighborhood and one of my uncles died there on that same corner where that store is today. Mr Jamal I would love for you to come to my house tonight so that we can talk further."
"Okay."
"Good. I will send my driver to pick you up. My grandmother will be there as well as my family Mr Akbar. We feel that thanks are in order. You can bring anyone you want Mr Akbar.
When Jamal departs the Jail there is a taxi waiting for him and as it cruises through the city Jamal thanks Allah for protecting him.
The taxi pulls up to his apartment building and as he walks up the stairs Mary's door opens and she is almost knocked over by Jabari who blast past her and runs down the hall to Jamal. He stops in front of Jamal and holds out his hand and there are tears in his eyes as he says.
"I thought you were gone Mr Jamal."

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY