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Thursday, February 13, 2014

(PUNANI SILVERBACK KISSING LOTUS GENTLY)


(PUNANI SILVERBACK KISSING LOTUS GENTLY)
THE POUND... BEAST BRANG BASS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LddqzHFDR_w&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Let me kiss you clitorially...
Let me place my fingertips on your slickened lips...
Let me suck at your hardened nipples...
I opening you up and dwelling in your lubrication, playing within your walls... Tittilating your torgid clit.
You so wet and tasting of the sea...
Arching your back and thrusting your punani onto my thrusting tongue.
I want to kiss you till you screaming cum.
Let it dribble through my silver and black.
Mark of the silverback.
A moment as I stand tall, pound my chest and roar.
Sniff at your pussy, flip it round and beat it from the back while squeezing nipples and biting gently... Pulling your hair and swinging deeply.
Give that pussy to me! And I catch myself...
I don't think you are ready for that.
The extreme pressuring drop of me as I recede into the land of punani beast ravage pretty, where you belong to me.
I never letting go of you naked on my lap.
You pushed back and spread as I touch the back wall and make you hollar...
"Beat this pussy daddy!
You gone make meeeee..."
I spanking those ass cheeks as the cum leaves my balls, travels through my gut and leaves my heart skeeting, skeeting, skeeting... onto your jutting clit.
I in you released...
Completely.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SEEDED

(SEEDED)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZNp6kHM0gs&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I see us together... Two peas in a proverbial pod.
We set free to propagate this literal earth.
I feel the need to dig my hypothetical roots into the well of your creation and drink deep.
Grow in the richness of your soil and bask in the nature of your caring... I will protect you as I cast my shade and give life a chance to rest.
I will hold you down in times of storm... We locked biophysically intimately.
I could not exist if nor for you... You if not for me.
The fat calf on his knees under fluttering leaves.
The eagle on thermals overhead circling and aware.
The fish in the threatened seas where man spreads the disease petroleum and chemical...
Whispering waves talking of sweeter times.
The acorn and the bulb.
The waking seed bursting from its skin.
We Africans...
We earthlings...
We.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY