(LIFE, LOVE AND LUST EVERLASTING)

Punani phat... And I be... I be feeling my phallus beat... Thump, thump against the fabric of my boxers, see.
Butterflies in my stomach and flutters in my chest.
Oh the anticipation... Such a lovely pussy print... Such a lovely aroma, see.
My mind spinning as the blood pounds in my temples.
Come here my lovely... Sit pon me... Make wax philosophically... Got me vexed psychologically, see.
Lean back and take of my flesh as I stroke and rub emphatically.
Skin of my skin... Bone sheath of my bone... In you I man have found my home... We these trees, see.
Our fluids the givers of life... A moment dangling in the ecstasy... We spanning the annals of time, see
Locked in the throes of our love, riding the waves of our lust.
A kiss... A rub... A thrust, see.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

You want me to be a nigga just cause I came from red clay streets in South Georgia.
The black side of the tracks where it seemed even the sun shined shadier.
The only time a white man was seen was when he was coming to pick a nigga up.
Be he boss, the police or a crakka spreading his foul seed, religiously or literally.
You want me to be a nigga cause I lived in the projects.
A statistically, strategically tragic experience as forced pon we.
Locked behind fences and subjugated legally.
Urban dreams of belonging as our seed became the tragedy.
You want me to be a nigga cause I don't act like you.
A barbaric version of humanity unleashed upon the earth.
Vicious wolves set free among the sheep.
Pastors running loose in the pastures.
Spreading mental disease and tricknowledge among the formerly free.
You want me to be a nigga but that just can't be.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY