(OBSERVATION)
THE SOUND...

And the sun... The sun rising attests to another day.
Some never made it this far.
Cold on a sidewalk in a city somewhere... Rigor setting in as the moments hold cries.
So many in disbelief as the cycle continues.
In the end it can seem so wasted.
Life that is.
Across the sky the sun moves through another phase... Joy as a child is born.... a hurtle conquered ... or so it would seem.
So many things manmade... Systems and concepts ... Formed on shifting sand .. A poet looking on from the periphery ... He would cross dimensions trying to absorb it all.
A whiff of the babies hair... A breath of fresh air.
Sun on brown skin as the day caressed pineal digresses ... Goes right on along heedless to mans limitations... The depths of his comprehension.
Sons rising and falling down... Severed silver chords and false visions of hue-manity as glimpsed through blinded eyes.
Sun glimmering  through green treetops... Sun rising somewhere else... Sun setting here.

JERALD  HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(RUBITOUT)
THE SOUND...
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Gently massaging... Such lovely  brown skin.
Dark hues of the nipples.... pastel of the lotus blossom... the flower.
I love to see you rub it... Mind and matter... I hard in my hand as I watch you rub thyself.
Slowly stroking.
The lowered lids of your eyes.... your bated breath.... I  feel you in my membranes.... In the blood rushing through my brain... Utter uncontrolled  sanity.
Wanna lick  but I like this so... Rub  thyself for the beast... All that liquidity... Fingers slick in your oil.
I standing over you spank your clot with my heavy head.
Scatters of your droplets raining on my thighs.... I linger in your moans... Voyeuristic ecstasy.
Loving the stretch marks... Pure femininity writhing before me.
I talking to you.
"Whose pussy?"
"Mine."
"Spank it for me."
Swollen member in hand... Stroking slowly... These seconds... These minutes.
I hear you as your orgasm rips from your core... As it travels to the surface.
Mine ripping from my mortal coil... Becoming life spermadic ..
We come  together... Early touching as you shudder... I the droplets slashing on your stomach... On the lips of your vagina.
Woman you release my very wild...
The fantasy... The reality.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY