(MAGUEDA AND THE POET MUSED) HIGHLY EROTIC... DEDICATED TO MAGUEDA JACKSON...
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... THIS SONG IS FOR YOU MAGUEDA...
http://youtu.be/y12PlyjCXGA
She my island queen makes me wanna turn her around, bend her over and plant my tree in her bushy.
I want to make her sing...
Reggae tones as I strive to take her higher.
To go deeper than any man before.
Fibbrilate her heart and awaken her soul.
She my fertile island in the middle of salty seas.
I drinking of the fresh water flowing from her springs.
Finding comfort in her cave.
So dark so warm and I stroke slow and long.
I seeking to plant my seed in her soil and watch the forest grow.
Small trees that drop seed and become more.
Her hair the crown as I play with it, pull it and scratch the ground, her scalp.
She my muse and I high on her inspiration plunder the booty of her treasure room.
Lay in the canopied bed of her bedouir and sink into her folds.
So soft and thick.
Bathed in moon shine.
I drunk on her melanin content.
A black and grey bearded pirate who sails cosmic seas where suns and planets are the ports of my destination.
I ponder the wonder of this African island queen.
Her ability to rip this scroll from my souls hold.
The power of her muse.
I sip of my coffee and she swirls black and strong.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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