{SHAKE SPHERE}
THE SOUND PLAYING IN THE ATMOSPHERE...
http://youtu.be/X8mZge8qfPA
Thou tendeth to causeth the blood in mine loins to boil excitedly...
Such art thou art... such a sweet delicacy.
Thine chocolate wouldest I lap at to sate mine sweet tooth...
Thy juices wouldest I drink of to sate mine thirst.
I in this desert of longing where thou the mirage appear on the horizon.
I having chased thine image across the dunes of mine parched mind.
Upon reaching thee would I pay homage to thine creation...
Hand you a scribe ripped from mine fevered mind... Brought to life by mine hands as I in the cold of night alone cried out thy hypothetical name.
So hard that I had to touch myself...
Wanting it to be thee.
Thee the voice on the other end of a telephone line...
The image on an Oovoo screen.
So long have I lived in the purgatory of longing where thou are the relief...
The warmth in mine cave of solitude where the voices of mine ancestors speaketh of love...
Would that I could know its embrace...
The scent of thine flower... The feel of thine tunnel as it grippeth the tautness of mine skin...
As it makest the fluid of life surge roaring to mine one eye.
As it makest thou scream upon thine fluttering release, warm and sticky as thou squirteth onto the surface of mine skin.
As we merge in a kiss... tongues, legs and arms entwined.
Our breath, our blood slowing down.
I seeking of thee pondereth these things.
Thou the second wonder unspoken of in the annals of man.
The queen...
Thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
