I see yo chocolate and I be

( KEEPER OF THE BEAST)
THE SOUND OF COMPLEXITY...
http://youtu.be/GzUe8TYpCUY

I see yo chocolate and I be...
I be fucked up trying to contain the beast cause the beast wants to fuck you up... fuck you down.
The beast wants to throw your legs back and explore your folds.
Suck the juicy right out ya.
And I all fucked up in you try to beg of the beast to not unleash upon you.
He pounding in the preponderous appendage that beats between his legs.
It swelling skin and veins opens its eye to the bounteous sight of your pubic mound and your clit waves a greeting... He responding with tear in eye.
He wanting to see the most secret pf your  places and explore the base of your heart...
Rest on the mountains of your thoughts.
Breathe of thine fresh air.
Make you cum as water flowing down your valley.
The beast speaks to me and I be...
I be fucked up cause you become I see...
I finding that I must have you.
Gotta have you.
Need you to spray as mist on me.
Splattered shattered drops of we.
Brown, black, and oh so prismatically.
I see yo chocolate...
I be.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ FRIED AND SCRAMBLED } A LOVE POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE AFRICAN QUEENS...
THE BEATDOWN FOR THIS ONE... PUREST HEART FYAH...
http://youtu.be/B4VxaSR2uUo


Thy Empress, art the planet that I shine my rays upon..
As I dawn these new days where a black man ain't afraid to speak thine beauty into the ages...
Speaketh highest of thee.
Break the beat pon thine essence.
Make a distant son think of thee as he wakes under another sun...
He a distant relative see?
I who seeith thee as the salve for these wounds of mine...
I would spark lightning pon thine loveliness and bringeth forth thunder that shakes the ground in its rumble...
I scrolling this lyrical symphony would rend asunder preconceived notions of you as a bitch and a hoe.
A neck rolling, head popping parody...
That shit right there.
My rays would warm thine surface and heat thine very core...
Stir your depths into the hypothetical being queen see ?
The thump in the trunk of life that takes I down this highway where people stand by...
Another time and place and I am being...
Swept along.
Some of that hypercality of whichest I speak.
We reigning thermonuclear in our manifestation...
We knowing who we be.
Thee and I of whom I a poet speak as I drop the syllables and screw these verbs...
Chop us up and rebuild us as soliloquy...
Our light...
Our light...
I lovest thou so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY