THE SOUND AS I WOO THE WOMAN IN YOU...
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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
