BUSS NUTT

[BUSS NUTT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/D8q-e_z9Ao4

You make me wanna buss nutt...
Got me so hard that as my dick rubs against the fabric of my underwear it leaves a wet stain...
Precum a predecessor to the act.
The expanse of your chocolate skin leaves me dizzy as blood leaves my brain and rushes to my other head.
Swells the veins.
Has it weighing about 5 pounds.
You in your seductive ways got me leaning on sway and feeling a certain way.
I long to taste of the makings of you as they pour from your core.
Wanna see you buss nutt.
Hear the sound of your sighs as I stroke the layers of your skin... explore your cave... find myself lost in your caverns.
You are the release of my emotions... The joy and the rage.
The stars that float above our heads sing in unison as I mounted ride you...
You mounted ride me in reverse cowgirl.
I so lost in the way that your lips wrapped pull at the thick of my dick.
Make it feel as if I may spill away my life force.
Be swallowed by the universe you.
A lily floating on the skin of a tranquil pool...
Fruit hanging from an abundant tree.
The explosion of a sun in deepest space.
You make wanna recreate the big bang...
You make me wanna buss nutt.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

DEEPLY ALONE

[DEEPLY ALONE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DIRGE...
http://youtu.be/tLC2LhulglA

I in my loneliness reflect as the ebb and flow continues...
The hum of black tires on black asphalt as a black car passes through a black neighborhood on its way to a black house where a black family sits and prepares to eat dinner.
I a lonely man walk surrounded by queens, yet I remain single in the fortress of my solitude...
Looking at visions on the wall as they swirl in and out of focus... An eye, a nipple and a whisp of her scent as I drift a prisoner to her visage.
For who truly overstands the depths of my reflections... I birthed in the system Sirius and transplanted in the Milky Way.
Semen spurted into a womb and grown to man.
Cast into the land as a pariah and fated to roam educated among sleeping man.
I in my loneliness cry to Allah, cry to my ancestors to take away these things I know.
Make me like them.
It is cold out here in the space of overstanding as the vacuum swallows the sound of my pleas.
I shiver at the reality as it dawns clear across this planet I observe.
Breaks across the galaxy and spills its light across the universe as a pinpoint of light.
Twinkling in the sky of a far distant planet where they know that there is life out there.
Observe.
I in my loneliness seek the warmth of your embrace if only for a second...
I alone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

OF MEN AND LIONS

[OF MEN AND LIONS]
THE MUSIC... TRIBAL DRUM SOUND...
http://youtu.be/x7KynfHRL9Y

Lion on plain rises and emits a subsonic roar which rolls off into the distance...
Pulsing in the air.
In a city in the modern land Amerikkka a man arises from the briefest of sleeps and touches a keyboard.
He emits an alphabetic roar which leaves some cringing in its wake...
The sound akin to the scream of a billion bees.
The lion hungry stands and looks at the herd, he sees one weak and charges...
A slap of the hind leg... a sink of the teeth into the jugular and the lion eats meat.
He is complete.
The man hungry looks at the screen as he hunts his prey... He sees it as it stands and he pounces in... Quickly applies pressure so that it makes not another sound.
He sinks his teeth in...
Knowledge floods his taste buds.
He is complete.
The lion sniffs at the air and smells his old enemy man... One so frail yet so cunning.
The lion knows that if he wants to take him he must do it quick...
He chooses to walk away...
Maybe he and man shall meet again some day.
Maybe it is fate.
The man looks at the masses and smells the fear... He sees his old foe ignorance still makes a mighty stand.
The man knows that if he is to challenge him it must be done strategically.
The knowledge that he has eaten tells him to walk away.
He and ignorance shall meet again some day.
It is fate.
The lion emits a sonic roar which strikes fear in the heart of man... He knows that he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and walks into the rising sun.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must face man.
The mans scroll roars from the cyberpage and strikes fear in the heart of man... He know he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and steps out among the masses.
The rising sun caresses his head.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must awaken man.
It is time.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY