CHOCOLATE DROP

[CHOCOLATE DROP]

THE MUSIC AND YOU BETTER LISTEN CAUSE THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR IT...

http://youtu.be/ImEBUWCYekM

Cum be my little chocolate drop...

Melt yourself all over me...

I am pressure born to be released...

The drizzle and the driving storm... 

The pounding beat at the back of your tunnel walls...

Reveal yourself to me...

Your layers are the stage for my rages and my sensuality...

Emergence of the beast lost in the taste of your chocolate as it drips from silver and black beard...

Falls across lapping tongue.

The beat...

The beat...

Pounding at my temples and beating in the veins that track the blood in my phallus...

Peel the wrapper away and show me your cocoa tones...

Make me want to take you savagely yet softly as I the beast fall into your duality...

The blessing of your creation...

The petals of the flower that blooms in your garden...

Spread universally...

Pushed up in a corner where I make the air vibrate with the sounds of primitive drums...

The head made of skin...

As I spank it and make it vibrate...

Poot, fart and spit...

Push it back to me as I push into the beats of your heart...

Rearrange the patterns of your dna...

Cum... 

Be my little chocolate drop...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE HARD DROP]

[THE HARD DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/SwxoxobF30Y

Knowledge was once passed along from father to son...

Mother to daughter...

Once elders were respected and revered.

Man was one, the earth recognized this and was good to man.

Co-existing on a dimensional level with the angels of Allah.

Once man was strong and had the power to manipulate the very structure of things.

Sampson and the donkeys jawbone... Daniel in the lions den... Moses and the Pharaoh.

All through the blessings of Allah.

Once man knew there was only one god and god respected that.

As time went on man began to question the power of Allah, having lost the ability to communicate he became one dimensional...
Easily mislead.
A flash and a bang and mesmerized man fell under the spell of other men who sought power, using the name of the most high to point the finger...
To cast blame... 
An islamic extremist is the same as a christian terrorist who wears a white sheet, stands in a senate meeting in this the land of the supposed to be free.
Murder is murder and babies is babies as the west wages a cleansing battle on the eastern front.
Calling citizens insurgents and blasting them to pieces... Stealing the oil and selling poppy to drug dealers on street corners. 
All the while sending pawns to prison and calling them the problem.
Man falls further and further away from co-existence as preachers in pulpits preach the wrong script... Madmen misrepresent the wisdom of Allah.
The people once whole have now fallen apart.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE GIFT

[THE GIFT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/rasczofdhSA

As soft as a wet dream where you the image becomes reality plump and sweet.
A figment of a need consuming lonesomeness as we consummate on a spiritual plane.
Speak to me in the voice of all the women I have known... The one I may one day know. 
Your scent a wisp of a whispering mist swirling subconsciously. 
You settling onto the jonez in my bone, Pulling sap from my roots.
A gift interdimensional...
I felt you in my waking, with the passing of seconds you fade away...
I seek you in the day.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY