(CHOCOLATE DROP SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SEE)

(CHOCOLATE DROP SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SEE)
THE SOUND...
Cum be my chocolate drop. Drip a lil drop pon me.
My journey to the heavens as I suspended linger in the folds of thine flesh.
Mmmm.
Cum ride me away to the land of orgasmic bliss.
Butterflies and cum soaked as we fluttering and roaring find the most secret places.
My tongue oh my tongue...
Damn.
Cum spread before I, such a delicately intricate and explicit vision.
Slay me in your sweetness
Drip your juice.
My tongue oh my tongue...
Damn.
Cum wrapped round my pole.
Spinning down.
Tassles and  g strings... phat mound jutting out.
Pull them panties to the side and display thine flower.
Mmmm.
Cum screaming and squirting, spurting and sputtering, scating and stuttering.
Such music to mine ears, thy song thy song.
A moment as I stirring rise.
Such a heavy head.
Cum my dear...
Drop your chocolate pon I...
Mmmm.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SCATTER MY DEAD BONES ON LOVE'S DOORSTEP)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/Zm3y65XLvso

Love, I ain't got no more tolerance for pain, my heart can't bear anymore.
My hemispheres have been rent asunder and my equator has been bent into a jagged misrepresentation of itself.
I might as well be a barren world orbiting a cold sun.
Once I as child knew you in mine mothers eyes... in the tones of mine fathers voice.
I thought you would shield me forever.
When did you begin to hate me love?
When did you begin to teach me to become so cynical?
I who fear no man fear you for you carry the sharpest sword... the biggest gun.
So many laid to rest because of you.
Broken and torn I walk this planet alone.
A figure cloaked and hooded as the wind howls and my threads become unraveled.
I disappearing in the distance ignominy.
Love the gallows where crows caw and flies buzz, picking the flesh from mine very bones.
People walking by I the warning, dangling  and swinging.
Such a tortured existence that at times I have prayed for death to come.
Hold my hand and lead me away.
I man alone on a world of so many souls.
Each heartbeat a reminder that I still live.
Why love...
Why?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(AUTOTUNE BULLSHIT)
THE SOUND OF PROGRESSION...

What is life???
Man on the outside looking in...
Dirty windows and shit, people gaily passing by on the way to inclusion...
A false sense of being in a world where they already exist...
The futility of being a non being...
A cog in a system... spinning in place and being ground down.
Dirty ass window and a faceless child, lost in the crowd assimilation...
Tears running down dirty glass... fingerprints in the dust... The days wasting away as potential thwarted drifts in the sun as flecks... Shimmering and sparkling and falling between fingertips...
Life...
Hmph...
Commercialized, systemized, synthesized and pumped over the internet... fed to the masses enhanced chemically at the neighborhood market...
40 Ounces a Pom Pom Molly and some auto enhanced philosophy...
Life...
Man looking in the dirty windows wonders why.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY