[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
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
