(JUICY FRUIT)
THE MUSIC... CAUSE SEX IS BASS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5vvCo0oxGk&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Tell me something.
How did your fruit get so fat?
Why does it hang like that?
It making me want to place it to my lips and suck its juice.
So ripe and sweet, traveling across my taste buds and permeating into the utter depths of who I be.
Carbon, salt and water.
I seeking to be enveloped in its warm and wet embrace.
Ensheathed.
Your fruit is the makings of we... A taste of the tree of knowing these things.
The incubator of our seed... The vessel of our release.
So vital to who we be.
Any person who has a problem with that must be diseased, the root of the problem.
Cursed by the witchdoctor with ignorance and self hate.
A taste of your juice the only cure for this malady.
It covered in fuzz like the skin of a peach... So pretty in its brown and pink tones.
Fragrant beyond belief on a purely pheromonic level.
Playing across all my receptors as o digress onto these degrees ripped from the triple stages and bring them to the light to grow strong In the sun.
Phat fruit hanging free.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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