DIRT AND WATER MAKE CLAY

(DIRT AND WATER MAKE CLAY) CHAPTER 1

1.I am the rising sun cresting above the majestic trees.
2.The setting as viewed across the fruitful plains.
3.I am the atoms coalescing into the big bang.
4.The first flicker of the first human fire.
5.I am the realization of life.
The last gasp of dying.
6.I am the most horrible pain imaginable.
The gentlest soothing.
7.I am a comic hurtling through inner space.
8.The meteorite in free fall bringing coded DNA.
9.I am the creator of life.
The ultimate destroyer.
10.I am the last being you wanna see if you threaten my identity.
10.My hypervirtuality.
11.I am and shall always be.
12.The image of God, I am he.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BOOTY CALL)

Let me be your booty call.
I mean that shit with all my heart.
Let me be the one you call when you need to nut.
When you need that clit flicked in that particular way.
Your hair pulled and your back scratched.
Let me walk in the door and show you my lion.
My ferocity as I sling you on the bed and push your legs back.
Bury my face as you try to contain your moans.
As they escape and you grip the sheets.
Let me place you on your knees and rub at your fluttering petals.
Pull you back and forth and watch the ripples and waves.
I pushing at the arch of your back.
I biting you softly on the back of your neck.
Let me lose myself in the softness of your velvety.
Place your nipples in my mouth.
Taste of your fruit and your femininity.
Skin of burnt brass and hair of wool.
Eyes open wide in surprise.
You in the throes of orgasm after orgasm.
Let me have my way with you as you have yours with me.
Drops of precum and drips of your liquidity.
We drenched in the dew of our endeavors.
Slick with sweet sweat.
Muscles contracting and releasing.
You screaming, or is that me?
I never beg.
Let me be your booty call.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WOO)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/QkQtwbtaJaM

I love to woo.
Such a delicate dance... So succinct.
You make me wanna woo... Talk to you of these things.
Look into your eyes as your voice rocks the core of my soul. Earthquakes shaking my very foundations... Storms washing away the sands.
Such eloquence in the woo as I a man talk to you... Your essence lingering in air as molecules.
The way you lick your lips makes my heart pound... Blood thumping in my ears, in my temples.
Chamber's and degrees of a man's latitudes and longitudes...
Monuments dedicated to your beauty.
Stringent tones in the most moving songs...classical all the way to rap.
I wanna sex you but I love this woo...
The way your lidded eyes remind me of dusk.
This music and I so into the melody you... I strumming on your strings, tickling your keys.
A moment stranded in the deepness of space... African astronaut contemplating the vastness.
Sex... It's cool... Yet I so love the woo.