(THEORETICALLY) MY LOVE BEQUEATHED UNTO THEE...
THE SOUND IS INTRICATE TO FULL OVERSTANDING... PLEASE LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/GIhXAqOSLAc
Again I scribe to you my hypothetical... My would be love.
I wanting you since before I was the one cell that multiplied into billions...
Since my great grandfather carried me seed and my great grandmother bore my grandmother.
Such a delectable thought manifested dream.
Reflected on my eyelids shut in sleep...
A princess when I was boy, you are now queen, still I have yet to meet you... My love.
The breeze surrounds me and I sniff hoping to catch a whiff of your pheromones... Surely I am programmed to recognize it... Your scent.
Having seen you in 3d on my pineal screen... Fields of flowers and wet dreams... A moment before you dissolve and dissipate upon my waking.
Here I sit a prisoner to this flesh and blood... This longing as the days rush on by.
I man alone on a world so full of female companionship... Warm flesh and release.
So full of need... Someone who overstands the hyperphysicality of me.
These words swirling and spiraling into the well of my being... Painting a masterpiece of a queen I have never met... Only seen subconsciously
My hypothetical.
Sighhh.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
