(UNNNN HUNHHHH)

(UNNNN HUNHHHH)
THE SOUND COMPOUNDED...
https://youtu.be/BMAJ-itl4m4

Ahhhh... There you are, such a lovely apparition, such a magnificent  manifestation.
Mmmmm. I contemplating reaching out and touching your skin, your hair, your petals as the glistening dew of your anticipation glistens on the brown of my fingertips. I inhaling of your intoxicating fragrance.
I who would take you to the pinnacle and release you careening and spiraling down. We lost in the exhilaration.
Hearts beating and pounding as adrenaline released becomes the compound that keeps us entangled in the aftermath of coitus.
Beast straining at my temples to be released, to be allowed to romp unfettered in your jungle. Nappy trees and fluttering leaves jutting from the back as you receive me on bended knees.
My allusions splendidly speaking of your beauty, ahhhh, your booty.
Words of such adulation raining from the same tongue that I would use to make you scream cumming and going.
I once just a man now the object that molds itself to fit your folds and crevices, falling in freefall to the back of your womb where your stomach fluttering announces my arrival,
He is here, he is here! Legs spread to accommodate me on my arrival. Pink is the carpet that leads to the throne where I find you waiting. Moistened lips and hooded eyes.
Such a tantalizing vision playing on the back of my retinas.
I wonder...
Are you ready for this?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BITTERSWEET REFLECTIONS OF A BEAUTIFUL EMOTION)
THE SOUND...

The man sighs.
So much love he thinks to himself.
So many people so much alike that they find comfort in being alike.
He replays the old adage in his mind about opposites attracting and scoffs out loud.
Such bullshit.
He while being like these people is very much unlike them and he is alone.
As a child he harbored the idea that one day he would find love.
Some fairytale shit with fields of green grass and a beautiful house off in the distance. A couple of times he thought he had found love but those illusions had crumbled like dirt rocks in a squeezing hand.
Not to say that he didn't know love. He loved his family, his children but at the end of the day his loneliness was as crushing as the vacuum of space. Such sadness.
The things he could and would offer a woman. His life, his soul.
He sighs again as he plays the words in his mind again... Equally yoked. Words meant to control inferior minds. There was no such thing. Yet these words were the words that had left him alone on this bench and in his life.
He cursed the fact that he had been born with the knowledge he had, with the ability to see things as they really were. That the veil had been pulled from his eyes. Would that he could he would gladly become like these people, yet that would make him live a lie and he couldn't do that.
Destined to live alone.
Destined to die alone and he sighs again.
No more tears can he cry.
Such loneliness, and he looks at the young couple as they walk by holding hands. As they stop and kiss.
His face set in stone he watches this display and plays it like fine wine. A swish a swirl and it splashes across his synapses. Bitter yet sweet.
He who finds himself alone in his golden years.
He stands.
He fades away.
Alone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY