SIT ON MY FACE XXXRATED. ME A LICK YOU

[SIT ON MY FACE]
THE MUSIC. HOT DAMN...

http://youtu.be/EM6hkx1jP9U

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU STAND LIKE THAT WITH YOUR PUSSY PUSHING AGAINST THOSE PANTIES SITTING THERE LOOKING ALL PHAT.
MAKES THE ANIMAL IN ME SURGE TO THE FOREFRONT, MAKES ME WANT TO TAKE YOU LIKE A PRIMITIVE MAN, DRIVE MY MEAT INTO YOUR CORE.
LICK THE FOLDS AND CURVES OF YOUR BODY, THE LIPS ON YOUR FACE AND THE LIPS THAT ARE CONCEALED BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS.
TAKE YOU SO VIOLENTLY YET SO SWEET, MAKE YOU SCREAM AND MOAN AND SCRATCH ME LIKE A CAT AS I STROKE YOUR KITTEN.
THIS BEAST THAT LURKS IN ME MAKES MY DICK DRIP PRECUM AS YOU SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND SHOW ME THE SECRETS OF YOUR DEPTHS.
I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY DICK IN YOUR HEART, IN THE FOLLICLES OF YOUR HAIR, IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH.
AS I BEAT INTO THE WALLS OF YOUR WOMB. 
MY SEED THE RELEASE OF MY NEED.
OVER AND OVER AGAIN AS SWEAT COVERS OUR BODIES AND WE SLIDE INTO THE WORLD OF SATIATION.
A SLEEP SO DEEP THAT FOLLOWS THE ANIMALISTIC CONSEQUENCES OF OUR ACTIONS.
THE MORNING FINDS MY TOUNGE TEASING YOUR CLIT AS IT BEGINS AGAIN.

[CRUMBLED IN OUR DUST] A COLLAB FEATURING Angela Williams

[CRUMBLED IN OUR DUST] A COLLAB FEATURING Angela Williams
THE MUSIC FOR THIS BLEND... PAY ATTENTION...
http://youtu.be/9qtQLepa0Xw

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We... blended in this eventuality... an African empress and I born of the need for sanctuary in the face of all this strife.
Entwined and rooted in the reality that without us there would be no more humanity... man and woman crumbled into dust.

A
Crumbled into dust... how fitting a return from whence we came.An emperor and empress retreating for a brief moment to gather strength from the source of their power.Entangled and grounded in the knowledge that from us is the beginning and the end.. man and woman.

J
The sun and the sky... the rivers and oceans and all that lies in between as kemetically we form.The light and the dark that dwells in our skin... shades of all that we are, were and will be in our dislocated reality... shards of our beauty as it weaves through our fabric.

A
Our fabric... created with beauty, strength and love. So vibrant in all that is us.No place to call home. Dislocated and relocated to a place that kills us. Not knowing that in our killing the life force seeps slowly away... not just for us, but for all.

J
For all that we aspire to be is locked away in the chromosomes waiting to be freed so that we may be... a whisper of essentiality floating by on the breeze.A dance in the arms of a queen as the kingdom seems to fall into disarray... bodies ravaged and lying at the gates... so soft the dying song as the band plays away.

A
The kingdom may seem to fall, but truth be known in the chaos and destruction we will emerge... free to be what and who we were destined to be.Aspirations rising from the crumbled dust that we were born. Entwined and rooted in the reality that we are a whisper that is being heard and unlocking the gate that many have died in victory at.

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The world falls silent as our lyrics gain gravity and become the anchor which tethers these fleshly ships... drifting on the celestial quality of these words.Lost in the form of our beauty which reminds us of times spoken of in holy books and fairy tales... as we emerge.

A
Rising from the crumbled dust. Emerging from the earth. Standing victorious at the open gate. Lifted by the courage, determination and strength of those who came before us. Whispers of humanity. A man and woman, a king and queen.... entwined and rooted in all that is human.

JERALD MURPHY AND ANGELA WILLIAMS

MUJANE

[LITTLE BOY]

[LITTLE BOY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS BREAKDOWN..

http://youtu.be/ntGfZ547Lmc

In a corner of my war torn mind there exists a boy... son of warriors.

He sees the world as it could be.

No hunger, no pain.

Why people got to be at each others throats over outdated religions as spirituality clearly shines over there?

Why does blood have to represent new beginnings? 

The shadows stand at his feet which are pulled close to his body and he sighs.

The shadows pull back a bit.

Is that the man I have become he thinks as he looks to the mental skies and the images of the things that he and the man have encountered swirl in psychological winds.

He finds himself reaching out and he knows that there is a way to put all these things in place... to make it right.

He hears screams and laughs, he sees the man he in tears, on bended knee... wailing in lonesome sorrow.

He smiles for he knows that he can ease this these feelings... right these wrongs if only he can touch the convoluted mass.

The beauty of Allahs world as it should be.

Kings and queens in unity.

In a corner of my war torn mind there exists a boy... son of warriors... speaking to a man.