{ANTICIPATION}

{ANTICIPATION}

THE SOUND...

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I await your dew... I the night grow silent in my deepest darkest hour and you the particles flow in the air of me.

You becoming heavier with each passing moment and I open my blackest arms to you.

You swirl in the breezes and rest in the calm.

I the night inhale and breathe out in my meditation... My reflection at times so purple in manifestation.

My pineal's beat at the space between my temples and down into my bones... I an atom... I an Adam.

The hours of my awakening and the hours of my passing are where dreams are found... some tangible... Solid... Others transparent and frail.

What I have become and what I am are susceptible to your translation of what a man should be... Pieces of paper or knowledge...

I but a digression in this equation where the true reality leaves so many cowering in the corner babbling yet scared to speak.

I girded in the heaviest armour reach out my hand.

I who would protect you with my very life if it came to that.

These nights... this night. I.

Waiting for your dew.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{FEEL ME?} EROTIKAL

{FEEL ME?} EROTIKAL

THE SOUND OF THE BREAKDOWN...

Would you recognize Eye if Eye touched you on your pretty brown... If Eye a man traced my lingering name into your willing skin. 

Trilled it against your clit.

Eye the pulsations...

Eye the beating of your heart...

Eye the flutters in your belly

Eye wonder if you really grasp the beauty of these things Eye say...

These the keys to your bounteous treasure...

These things that would make thee give up the booty...

Eye a pirate sailing on these treacherous seas...

You glinting as diamond on the horizon.

Eye licking... Seeking to bring liquid surging forth from your core...

To taste of thy fount...

Ambrosia never tasted this sweet as it glints off the hairs on my chin...

Eye smell it in my hair.

Eye love it when you entice me like that.

You hanging so sweet in a suns sky...

Got son wanting to crash screaming into your fertile earth...

Sprinkle you with seed and watch it grow...

Reaching towards the heavens from whence we came.

From the roots to the crown.

Eye man articulating these things to you in all your hues...

Eye man seeking to take away your blues...

Eye man wanting you to overstand that you empress,

 you are the most beautiful thang in this cosmos me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY