{BINARILY LINKED WE}

{BINARILY LINKED WE}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS UN... A HUMDANGER...
https://youtu.be/8Rl79ml0wDs

Together we linked have transcended time and space and here we are the end result.
I looking into your eyes can feel the time slipping away... We must make way and my heart, Oh my heartfelt cries would break the silence.
A man sitting on a park bench looking at the world speed right on by.
Together we linked has made my soul stir, together we linked had made me wonder why and, Oh I, Oh I.
The brown leaves at my feet reminding me of the withering feeling of I without you.
How would I have survived if not for you... I an emasculated slave to a barbaric system, I my ancestors progeny.
Hands outstretched to catch the rays of Allah's sun.
Prostrate I summoning power.
Oh Allah, and I would be the truth an-nur.
Science so profound that I would create life alongside thee my queen, a mad scientist existing on a lab hurtling through the depth of an aliens space.
He wondering if we could co-habit... If we could just get along.
An alien with a telescope or an apparatus akin to one looking at us.
We have watched our children be born and we have watched our children die, we having to go that way look at it with trepidation when really it is true freedom.
A stained glass representation casting prisms of color on a church floor, a calligraphic shadow falling on tile, man so moved by these things.
I trying to explain the whole of me would lay them out and show you their workings, my feeling, aspirations and hope.
I, Oh I would sing these words to you in synchopated rhythms and sound pattern defined as speech.
The very essence of me and the heavens, Oh the heavens they would rejoice.
Man coming in from the cold and all that.
No chains could bind us to this or any other earth.
Together we could conquer this and any other universe.
Together we...
Together we...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SOFTLY FOR YOU)
THIS VIDEO IS ME READING THIS PIECE...
https://youtu.be/ElI2PwspQUM

I would descend upon thee as butterfly... So soft and fluttering, and tingles, oh the tingles and I would wax gently pon thee.
I would hold thee ever so softly and whisper of unrealized and realized dreams and things of great weight... I would minister to thine needs.
Speak from the pulpit love.
Cause thine church to sway.
Softly the brush of mine lips.
Puckering nipples and the beginning of wet betwixt thine thighs.
I biblical would enter the scene, knock pon thy entrance and at your beckoning I would inhabit thy domicile.
Become the glory hallelujah and the shouts of joy.
Tears of salty water from thine tear ducts.
Splashes of liquid and thine fluid shining on mine phallus, so reminiscent of the birth of hue-manity, angels and seraphim.
So soul filling and I Mmmm, I just. Oh!
I the flittering and the filling.
You the receptacle of mine light reflective pulling at the tides, and I oh I feel you in the very deepness of mine darkness.
The metaphorical pool from which I and I sprang.
An amoebic one celled being.
Out of many one.
Annuit Coeptis and here we are formed.
I so transparent that I am air.
Descending pon you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

One day in a modern Babylon on a world somewhere a man awoke.

One day in a modern Babylon on a world somewhere a man awoke.
He cursed his white skin and the dimness of his sun.
He cursed the fact that he had not been born of the darker skin.
He lamented greatly this man.
Looking at his people he saw only apathy and it pressed down, oh it pressed down.
Now this man worked in the factories of the dark man building the dark mans things and every day he wondered if on another world there were enslaved people.
If any other people had gone through what his had, and were going through.
At which stage of their existence they were.
So much thought for one of the ones whose story had been wiped out in great wars and crusades, always fought on the land of his ancestors.
The man looked at his children and knew that they had so far to go.
He wondered if they would make it in the future.
Not just 50 years but thousands.
He thought of his father, such a gentleman, so tormented with the fact that he was leaving children to the ones who had broken his body but not his mind.
The man remembered his passing, he missing him greatly.
He thought of his mother and almost cried, she had endured so much.
These savage streets where she had had to survive.
He remembered the times she had stood up to authority and how it had tried to crush them down.
He had learned from them never to trust the dark ones for in the end they all were one.
They having realized this on some sort of subsonic level.
After work every day the man went home and closed his door and studied of his people.
The sad fact was that when he found truth his people rejected it and looked at him with scorn while falling down on their knees to images of dark gods.
Such a sad situation, truth but a book away and they refused it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THOU WOULD KNOWEST NOT)
THE SOUND... THIS... THIS THAT FYAH.
https://youtu.be/zrMuFPznLwQ

In mine great desire I would descend unto thee.
I seeking to devour thee to the very deepest depths of thy darkest core.
I pausing at the gates would touch the structure of thine lips and peruse the color.
Black fading into pink, so captivatingly colored for mine enjoyment.
A glance into the sky... I giving praise.
Mine emotions in turmoil... Thou hast that effect.
Mine hardness beating in tune with our hearts.
Such a heavy weight standing erect.
I lying underneath would lower thee onto mine tongue flick thine little man standing... Maketh thy sigh... Maketh thy cry.
I lying underneath would cause thy fluids to flow.
I taking thine hips and lowering thy down... The satin of thine sheath pulsating and pulsating.
Thine lips blood engorged pouting at mine pushing and jutting at mine pulling.
Shiny the ebony of mine member as it with veins standing feels the inner of your innards.
The opening of thine womb.
Mine whole being immersed would soar to heights unimaginable... Small thinking men and women indeed.
I in mine great desire See'th these tangible things.
They consumeth mine psyche.

A JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY PRODUCTION

{LET ME BE YOUR LESBIAN}

 {LET ME BE YOUR LESBIAN}
THE SOUND AS I WOO THE WOMAN IN YOU...
https://youtu.be/gn42xVshlA0

You remind me of times where I could not have physically been on this plane.
I mean maybe I was, as the seed of a male ancestor... my grandfathers grandfathers father maybe.
The fruit that dangled from prototypical Eve's tree... Fallopian see?
Your voice so like wind chimes as they ring in the breeze and I... See I want to sigh.
You got me spinning see? A pine seed pirouetting to fertile ground.
My roots questing and finding hold in your heart I would hope.
I having been hurt so and lying wounded in the deepest darkest recesses of my metaphorical cave.
It existing so there in my real physical brain.
Broken and shattered pieces of my soul that need the glue of you.
So different and for you I would be lesbian... Just a moment to touch and hold... My masculinity pressing at the outermost layers of my skin.
So hard... So soft... We as mingled as can be... A single entity.
I overstanding you on photonic levels... Beams of light are we shining from our blackest ethnicity.
You making me want to cream all over you... Dribble into the folds and creases of you.
So influential art thou as muse... I would paint a masterpiece of words for you.
I would watch you as you perform carnal and become a part of you.
Urging you to reach that higher plateau where pleasure and voyeurism merge... Is that enough to satisfy you I would ask before touching you.
I lesbian would revel in the beast in you... I trapped in a mans body would reach out to you and feel of your liquidity.
The very viscosity of you... I man would sigh at how you relieve me in your relieving and releasing.
I would hold you... I would reminisce on times when I existed as lust in a primitive mans eyes... When I smelling of your pheromones would have taken you savagely... We grunting and moaning as the throes of passion find us erupting as squirts and spray onto the very plains of our existence.
I would be lesbian for you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DROPS FALLING REFLECTIVE SEE)
THE SOUND SO INTROSPECTIVE SEE...

The drops of rain fall reflective in puddles where lights glisten and waves undulating outward testify that more is occurring right now.
The sky grey hides the brutal Florida sun, a brief moment of respite from the blazing rays.
The trees reach to heaven thanking Allah.
Cows in field kneeling down, such relief.
A slowwww down and so many cursing natural occurrences.
The grass would remind you of being brown, a man in Africa would gladly trade places right now.
A fish would jump up and slap ya, Somebody somewhere is thirsty right now, crusty lips and a hungry belly.
People crying bout rain one way or the other I guess.
Too much, too little, never just enough, that way with so many things I guess.
Drops in the very sky catching the very light prismatic.
Reflections reflecting introspective on a grey day in T'allah' assee.
Seven hills bearing witness to the glory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BLINDING EYE PI)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/yNUGupuqrag

Here I am a moment after being born of darkness... A flash shining bright on a field of light, a splash of darkness.
I come tremendously blinding... Spots dancing on the periphery of peripherals... All that and primitive Neanderthals with African genes bow down.
Not afraid, I am God, they created and spit from mama's loins.
Not afraid I would blast these things, fire would burn these things.
I trampling pon my enemies, Warrior lost in the throes of ancient ballet.
Stomping dust from terra forma, drums and undulating cries.
Here I  am 5'9" 10 feet tall, Lions stand aside as by them I stride, blending into the background, horizon.
Sun pon screen as I roam foreground.
I am the nunya that thundered cross the boundlessness of creation... The realization of visualization, the hard drop.
I born of divinity in a chamber ancient, a carbon and water structure containing a supercomputer.
Hypercybernetically supreme being and I see the lies gleaming succinctly in the nether. I could reach out and touch them, could show them to the masses and arise them from the lie slavery.
The masses and I and I observe them lost.
My logic screams in agony at the tragedy, these supposedly sentient beings, these sheep.
Here I am rays tanning melanin in 2016.
Sunburn seen?
Here I am star shining over Africa, here I  am raised on foreign ground Babylon, here I am.
Thorn piercing side.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LINDA AND THE TRAVELER ME) DEDICATED TO A QUEEN
THE SOUND... LOVE THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/jgUV76PniDA

I playing you mp4 on my synapses...sparks bouncing off my logical floor.
Pretty bits of light and I be enthralled.
Shoulda married you in high school shoulda married you when we was in our 20s.
I always loved you queen.
When we was sittin in them desks I  longed to touch you, when we were in our 20s and grown and I knew you it felt so strong that I afraid of love ran.
Love such a cold hearted motherfucker and I still journeying.
I still love you now and for you I would stand on land made holy by the adhan and speak of you in my salat.
The core of my core is molten lava that threatens to erupt, new worlds and infinite possibilities abounding, such a catalyst thou art.
The days but sun rising and sun setting, the nights a virtual eternity where even sleep is no escape.
I miss you with the taking of my every breath and the swallowing of all my food.
Hollow gestures that remind me of my loneliness.
Birds singing of my sorrow, I living alone in a sea of souls.
Waves washing over me.
Audio and visual... You play and I hear your voice subconsciously, it imprinted on my heartstrings.
I but a spiritual man.
These things I could speak into existence with your aid... I most powerful king at your utterance.
Shoulda been married you, thats what the boys say.
I having loved you since the very first day I glimpsed a view of you.
Even back the you was high definition.
I a young lion, you young lioness.
I will love you till I die.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF FIRST CLASS, SECOND CLASS, WARRIORS AND PASSIVE MEN}

{OF FIRST CLASS, SECOND CLASS, WARRIORS AND PASSIVE MEN}
MUSIC OF A WARRIOR CLASS... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/15DL8nn-uEQ

You deem I and I people second class citizen, you deem I and I minority when in fact the reality is something else.
You come with flawed mentality onto the plain of man, you try to make I and I embrace it.
Woe unto you and your seed for what you have done to mine.
Cannons, bullets and planes and you have rained pain pon the very people... Fire pon the nation.
You preach peace while in fact you are the very beast that was warned about in the very books you preach.
Crosses pon beach, fools groveling at your feet.
You print words pon parchment that bear no weight for you are the treaty breaker.
Slit throats and fake heart attacks... Shaka no see that, No, Zulu always been awake.
May brimstone fall from the heavens and leave your cities smoking in the morning breeze.
Pity the children born of your loins, pity the engineered food you sell in your supercenters, pity the church as it crumble to bits on the sand that you have built upon.
Rome, France, and Great Britain.
The great whore standing holding the book of perdition in a harbor Babylon.
You want I and I to be nice while you shoot I and I babies, while you rape the minds of I and I princesses and princes.
You want I and I to be silent as you preach equality.
Equal to who... You a dirty demon.
Democrat and Republican, I and I rain devastation pon thine system formed of blood and human flesh.
Flag that pays no homage to my ancest-story, where my people came from birthed in the belly of Jesus.
Born of tainted mentalities.
Roman Catholics and French armies severing the silver cord, death pineal and we have suffered so greatly.
Ignorance pumped in wirelessly on big screen T.V.s, false visions of Empires and fake ass perceptions of reality.
Second class citizen seeking to be while being taught how not to be.
White but an illusion dangled in front of the mislead, Bleached skin and blond wigs.
Suburbs, Jordans and Cadillac's and you still being called niggas.
You still fighting for your God given rights while praying, while singing.
Take thy scrip and buy yourself a sword.
Rain fire, brimstone and destruction pon the very pillars that you have built upon.
I and I no second class.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGELY ROARING BEAST BREAKING FREE FROM SEXUAL REPRESSION SEE) EROTICAL

THE SAVAGE SOUND OF THE BEATDOWN...

https://youtu.be/MlsnkKOY10w

Maybe you've heard of me...
The Beast?
Maybe you have seen glimpses of me as you looked into his eyes... I just a layer of membrane away, pushing at the edges of his insanity.

Where beasts roam dick swanging in the savage jungle.
I free so that I may touch you, so that I may smell you, so that I may make the fluidity of you pour from your body.
So that I may lap it up and kiss you, make you taste of yourself as I rub you down there and make you wrap your hands round my swollen club.
Place it against your lips, swirl your tongue around its circumference... Make me catch my breath.
I a beast sigh subsonic at your manipulations, the care with which you take.

Even the beast gentleman for a second.

A split of a split second later beast crashing blunt force into vagina. 

Legs back so far that feet be laid to the side.

I a beast talking wild to clit.

Stand up little man, stand up for daddy.

Beast can also wax poetic.

Thy punani is indeed as unto lush gardens abounding with fruit of the sweetest flavor.

Juice that would nourish a warrior to victory.

Thou queen, thou queen.

Beast can expound eloquence, Beast can.

Beast part of man merged in the melanine.

Beast sucking nipples, Would that thy breast fill Beasts mouth.

Beast wanna nut, Beast wanna make you nut.

Wet the fucking walls, wet the seat of the car, paint graffiti that explains we.

I  Beast would stand rooted against onslaught for thee,

Me Beast.

You see me?

I living behind brown eyes looking absolutely Beastly see you looking splendidly replete.

I ask you one more time.

Do you see me?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

{WHY?}
THE SOUND OF IMMENSE PRESSURE... This piece was written for this music...
https://youtu.be/kv_72W2L5vY

Why did you give me that punani?
I was alright before that.
That level of events and I, oh I, felt it in the tiniest of my membranes, the center of my core, and I, Unnnhhhhhhh...
Felt that shit, Oh I felt that shit.
It becoming the crux of the mission...
Punani, Punani such a splendid creation.
You the harbinger and the gatekeeper and I a wayward traveler learning to speak... The language of pleasing the punani.
Gentle whispers pon erect clit and I, Hummmmmm... Want to see you writhe in absolute abandon... Lost in the throes of passions hold where the smell enticing fills the lair.
The home of savage beasts and timid lovers, what an ever changing dance, you on top as I begging grip the cheeks of your ass, as I pull your hair so that you press down.
Pressure pon the top of your head.
Pressure from the swollen flesh jutting from between my hard thighs... Sliding, sliding, I so deep and Good Gawd!
I wanna hear you cum, I wanna feel you warm... Gawd damn!
Flipping you over and laying you flat, sliding into punani from the back as you lie legs closed, booty tooted up a lil bit... Maximum pressure and I, Wanna cum, Wanna cum, yet I cant, got to stay in punani, got to stay.
Cum my dear let me play... Lick a likkle bit, just a taste.
Punani taste great.
Damn beast, and legs pushed all the way back... Beast standing up in punani.
You upon giving me the first piece freed him from his cell.
Me and the beast would ravage thee, lay claim to thy lands...
You who made me so happy... Why did you give me that punani?
I'm cumming!
Unnnnhhhhhhh!!!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE GOOD OL DAYS}

{THE GOOD OL DAYS}


Today I"m gone take you way back to when I a young lad roamed unfettered.
That time that exists before convoluted dreams and painful screams.
Crushed dreams and the utter horribility of the reality of life... The realization I mean.
Back to my formation.
Back in the good ol days as we like to call em I had lofty notions, inspired by stories of great men and a couple of women.
I knew things I shouldn't have known cause the world was a lot more real back then.
I tried to remember it all... My purpose you see?
The ability to bring to written life anything that I had seen.
Back then I hated to write.
I loved to read but I hated to write.
I live in the midst of everything cause I was everywhere, a child trying to get the feel of all this... This life you see?
The old wino who came in the barbershop every Friday when I went to get my cut.
Dad either outside or inside or at the bar down the block.
He would shuffle in and tell jokes and shit while the old church men would look on in disgust.
The other men would laugh, the ones from the country and the ones from the city.
Shit was a lot more safe for a kid back then.
Back then I lived in two totally different cities according to what time of year it was.
Moultrie Georgia in the summer and Tallahassee Florida, during the school year.
Georgia was where my aunts and uncles and cousins were and at any given time during the summer I was within close proximity of 30 or more cousins and an aunt, uncle, great uncle or aunt and a couple of folks from the church.
I was what was then called a bad kid in some respects cause I didn't see boundaries, I was gonna do that shit if I died doing it and there was no way anyone was gone stop me.
I wore ass whuppings with pride cause I was always one of the kids who had actually seen somebody get stabbed or shot and by the time I was around 8 I had witnessed some wild shit.
I also liked to fuck with people and would do shit to some of my older cousins, The ones from way back in the days right after slavery, 4th and fifth cousins. My granddaddies, daddies cousins.
Me and my cousin Mike, would hide in the bushes and throw cats out till my old cousin who had one eye would throw his cane at us.
One time he hit Mike and we had to tell his mom where the knot on his head came from.
Wore bout whuppings for that one.
There was the time I in a fit of rage over some small thing pushed my cousins cousin out of the tree and the time I almost put one of the twins eye out with a bottlecap packed with hard clay.
Yet I wasn't that bad, I just didn't take much shit.
Retaliation was always in order if that's what was needed, sometimes it just came in the form of preemptive strikes.
My mom and my grandmom, my dads mom who lived till I was 7, and aunts and uncles and the church people eventually came to the conclusion that I should be left alone and I was accepted in the men's circle, the women's circle and the old folks circle because I knew how to keep my mouth shut and I learned to do what they said.
Mike and I used to walk all over town by ourselves by the time we were around 6 or seven and would pop in on various folks in the family for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
We were always welcome cause we came with a joke and a conversation.
We bore news from all over the county.
I skipped one important aspect of my life... I had never seen a white person till I was around four years old and to say it scared me is an understatement.
I thought I had seen the devil and was afraid to talk about that shit for weeks.
Mike finally convinced me that I had just seen a white person and even took me to see one.
We crossed the railroad tracks and he took me to the edge of downtown and showed me that yes, these people existed and that they were not devils.
I still have problems with that theory though.
My mom was big on reading and luckily I took to reading like a fish to water and by the time I was 4 knew how to read and tell time as well as knew the days of the weeks the month and the length of a year.
This helped a lot when we were around the old men who didn't know how to read and Mike and I would read the newspaper and the letters that came from around the world for them.
Sons ans uncles in the war, It was Vietnam then and a whole lot of brothers were coming home with fractured minds.
It was also black power and in Florida I learned about it.
I also learned it from my uncle Emmitt and my uncle Terry as well as my aunt Peachy.
Florida was where I could show my intellectual side as a child because I had the unique experience of growing up in a college town and being placed in gifted programs which afforded me a chance to almost live on the campuses of two colleges, FSU and Florida A&M university.
Professors were the men who stopped by and played checkers with me on sunny spring afternoons and I tried to absorb every word that came from their mouths.
The Nation of Islam, Rasta, Christian as well as The brothers who represented fringes of the panthers.
By the time I was 11 I was earring and daishiki.

If you want to read more of this story let me know.

(CATCH ME QUEENLY)

(CATCH ME QUEENLY)
THE SOUND AS BEQUEATHED UNTO THIS SOLILOQUY...
https://youtu.be/yawMlTpBF00

And I man would grab hold of you as I man would enter your atmosphere... You and I gleaming resplendent in the after matter of our conjunction.
We creating the cataclysmic sound of retribution... The lightning flash of recognition, sparks and flames attesting to our passing on a mental plain.
Man I rubbing massaging into your brown skin... The epidermic layers of your very being.
Man I, man I who was once lost and done found a new way.
The blue sky shining bright like I.
Dreams made of a stars rays, sun born of son pon earth it be done.
You the inspiration that would deposit I at loves door... A timid knock and a hesitant entrance, a look into the brown liquid depths of your eyes.
A sigh.
Man done found a home, Angels and Seraphim sing.
Such a soul stirring sound as the riveting sound presses down... Knees bent to the true power.
Cool breeze and an inhalation.
Thou and thy pheromones,
Man I holding on to these could be's and hypothetically's.
Man I...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{I AND I GOD} A METAPHYSICAL DROP OF CARBON AND WATER

 {I AND I GOD} A METAPHYSICAL DROP OF CARBON AND WATER
THE SOUND OF THE DROPS HITTING THE PLANET NEWLY  FORMED...
 https://youtu.be/SnrXYH4XOxM


I man ripped from the edge of existence where darkness and light merge... I man a new beginning, I man create life and I man been the distance.
I man done seen my people suffer never to rise, I people so lost in the non reality where things of no substance determine mans station.
Weak man stand pon poor man back, poor man warrior don't fight back... poor man warrior go to fight for weak man pon foreign ground.
Poor man fight poor man and rich man pon chessboard play with warrior life.
I man see interdimensional cross time, space and this continuum where men pray to a mans version of I and I God.
I man who pon standing created cosmos.
Layers pon layers, Space folding and unfolding pon itself.
I man would travel intergalactic.
An astronaut encased in the plasma contained pineal would walk pon ground on planet in other galaxies.
Dreadlock alien woman by my side.
I and I man and I and I woman gazing pon the beauty of we black and absorbing the alien sun see?
Monetarily free from the ignorance of paper currency.
It holding I and I people restricted see?
Such fallacy heaped pon the masses as they scramble to please, as they scramble to be... Just like everybody else as the ideas float just beyond their enslaved reach.
Death would make them free from the hell that they inhabit... Heaven an idea that keeps them in line.
They so lost in the concept bequeathed unto them pon their birth.
They putting limits pon I and I God.
I man walking pon interstellar dust would reach out and take a piece of the whole
I and I god would create new earth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FORBIDDEN NARCOCKTIC) A HOT AND STEAMY COLLAB FEATURING SUMMAIYAH RESHARD
THE MUSIC AS WE RIDE AND SLIDE...
https://youtu.be/Rm9u5jN2z_w

Sumaiyah
My belly is hot with fever from loving you; torn finger nails scratch eye lids, bleeding from rain
The sweetness of my tongue, you long for, that will never know true love; you’d rather live in pain
He watches me, marking my moves like a chess piece, me his queen, him the affable king of my desires
His lips pressed through screen, finding the circular motion of my nipples, my hips grinding, finger to clit on fire
Chocolate melting between buttery cream thighs, back arches as his stallion stands at full attention, inside my walls
The oil that runs down his beard, when he walks by me lingers on my lips, for him I’ll gladly taste it all
Cum in me like peaches, dripping nectar from your instructor, that needs no introduction, only a little relief
Sweat runs down his chest like, ice cubes soaked in rum, at night I dance with the commander in chief.

JERALD

My brain burns with the knowledge of you... Burns on skin scabbed over... Sweet salty sweat dripping down.
The manipulations of my fingertips that make you cry, moan and beg, love such a distant memory, my pain my friend.
I like lion in wait, eying you the prey, you the lioness, the object of my erect desires.
Nibbles on your plump juicy nipples, head of my manhood rubbing between nether lips as your clit stands tall... Quaking as our flesh becomes one, thick ass thigh high to the sky, I knocking at the castles gates, I rocking from side to side and caressing your walls.
The dribbles of my precum on the sides of her mouth, her smell as I reminiscence, I would eat her in her sleep.
Cum so that I may drink of your juice so comparable to the elixir drank by the pharaohs of ancient times, I have always known thy taste, time and time again for to much is not enough.
In the vastness of space we are the only ones, I having found you, The One.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and SUMMAIYAH RESHARD

(SUCH FANTASTIC THOUGHTS SO CARNALLY DISPLAYED) A COLLAB FEATURING AUTHOR ANJELL AS WOMAN...
THE MUSIC THAT WOULD PLAY AS  AND REALITY MERGE...
https://youtu.be/EUkSZnkptSY

Man
I need you in ways that other men might be afraid to say...
So many things going on in my mind.
You naked tied up and sweaty as I hum on the head of your clit.
You on the side of the road as cars pass by, legs pushed back and begging me to fuck you, begging me to cum in your pussy.
I need you to show me that pussy under the table... Mmmmm I want to kiss that.
Dick all swollen in my pants.
Precum stain.
Woman you got me wet.

Woman
This this the wettest pussy you'll ever get.
I don't want to hide the way I feel for you.
Forget about under the table.
Want to spread it for all eyes to see.
Place me on the hood of your car.
Deep strokes the center of your wildest dreams.
Wetness dripping down my thighs.
You teasing me slowly with your tongue.
My fingers occupied manipulating the hardness of your girth.
Begging you loudly to devour me.
Make it burn.

Man
Come my dear let me take you to that place where your fantasies and mine become reality,
I swelling your pussy lips and tingling your jutting clit.
Ride me as I suck both your nipples and pull you down on this dick... All the way to the back walls of your womb... Juice of you that runs down my balls and wets the ground.
We could be caught at any minute... Such a wickedly divine thought that I feel my nut as it swells in the base of my balls, as it boils in my belly.

Woman
With me all fantasies would no longer be that but reality.
Wanting my swollen pussy to taste the fullness of you.
Hard dick and full balls banging on the outsides of my lips.
Begging to be blessed by the wetness of me.
And I'm flying.
Spiralling into thoughts of your dictation.
Wanting the full length of your member to punish me.
Your hard fucking dick to make me kneel.

Man
I pounding that pussy from the back.
You belong to me... Your pussy is mine.
I will take it in the strangest places, my hand over your mouth  to keep you from crying out.
I punishing you as I slap your ass cheeks and pull your hair.
I and this thick meat that juts out in search of the way.
So heavy, so heavy.
Follow the pink road... Follow the pink road.
You the path to my release.
Letting me reenact my deepest fantasies.

Woman
Hmm my pussy is yours you say.
Would you give me that release that I so crave?
Wanting you day and night while my pussy gets wet for your words.
Hungry for your dick.
Such torture.
Wanting you to bite the hardness of my nipples, my clit visibly seen through my lace black panties
They pulled to the side.
Crotch wet wanting your dick to make me explode
Now I'm so wet losing control.

Man
Scream baby scream.
Cum on this dick... Cum on this dick.
Oh my fucking...
Here I cum!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY And Author Anjell