(WETTA)
THE FLUID SOUND...

I seek to make you wetta than you have ever been.
Sweat, pussy juice and tears of unbridled joy.
I seek to release the inner you that no one sees as you walk around looking all prim and proper.
The one that screams my name as your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl.
The one that scratches the skin of my back leaving a savage tattoo.
A moment as I dig my fingers into your scalp and pull you hard onto my dick.
As I stretch the walls and pound at the back of your womb.
As I bury my face in your neck and sniff of your scent.
A moment as I feel you release on my dick and it flows down over my balls and dribbles to the sheets.
I still such a big booty loving, pussy licking beast.
I still the king of the jungle.
I suspended in the drops that listen on your quivering skin and drunk on your sound.
The slap slap as we beat the ancient beat.
As you grip me with your fingers, as you grip me with the petals of your lotus.
The lily that floats on serene waters and dances in the ripples elicited by the storms wind.
My mouth finding your nipples sucks and nibbles.
I tasting of your salt, a necessary part of life.
My seed boiling in the depths rages to be freed.
I hold back.
I my dear seek to make you wetta.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT)
THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...
http://youtu.be/xGdSSSmdakk

Man conceived is born of darkness and light, two natures that war constantly.
Upon his entry into the light from the dark he screams his frustration and they the people celebrate.
He who found comfort in the darkness opens his eyes and the light reveals so much.
Sight, smell and sound.
It seems overwhelming, so much to digest.
It is in the light that man learns that darkness has stages and that he man derived from them.
That they exist in he and every other sentient being.
Man sets out to control his duality, the light against the darkness and the war wages unabated in his soul.
It shines through stained glass windows on Sundays and makes him cover his head at night.
The light, the dark that he sees shining in every man.
Man standing on street corner sees these things as the wind flutters the spun thread he wears, as it ripples through the branches of trees and the leaves fall, as man dying re-enters the darkness and the people wail.
Man of darkness, man of light.
Man existing in both worlds looks at the people as the scurry by, as they seek light without overstanding the simplest thing.
That light and darkness are one.
That without the other both could not exist.
That man existing religious cannot touch spirituality for spirituality embraces the whole.
The utter duality.
Man pulls his hat down and shades his eyes in darkness as he confronts the light.
Man overstanding walks in both.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY