(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...
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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