You give me goosebumps... Not of fear but anticipation.
I'll bet you get wetter... Your petals glistening as you spread for me.
My own little freak show... You such dainty fruit.
A moment as I savor thine image... A ravaged mind coming to terms with the explicitness of thou beauty.
In your presence I seem to have acquired x-ray vision... My sense of smell heightened I am lost in they wake.
I find my phallus hanging heavy... The eye crying tears as I contemplate what I would do unto you... What you would do unto me.
The sex so incredible as I touch you in your erotic places... The feel of your skin against my fingertips... You fill the panorama of my windowpanes.
I seeking to make you wetter... Your juices dripping off my elbows as I finger you... Dropping from the hairs of my beard as I lick of thee.
Your flavor overwhelming my taste buds and sending me careening... A spaceship in freefall as it enters your atmospheres.
🔥 in the very core of my planet... Water on my surface.
You my queen... I'll bet I could make you wetter.

(I COULD'VE LOVED YOU SO)

When I was a boy I saw love... I wanted it so.
A young prince so infatuated with visions of a princess... Castle superimposed against a blue sky, white clouds suspended puffy and white.
Love however eluded me, always just out of reach... Fevered dreams.
I a boy learning that love could be such a savage thing... Fingernails bitten to the quick... Heatbeats thumping in my chest.
When I was teenager love though close never wrapped me in its embrace... So many factors that the equation never added up.
I saw love as it touched others, softly caressing them as it beat me down... So hard to love when surrounded by bricks and concrete... By the reality of living in Babylon.
Love defined by the fact that I couldn't see Christianity or unsee visions of slavery.
Graffiti images of full lips and beautiful brown eyes drawn on project walls... I alone in the steel and glass jungle.
When I became a man love in a way had become my enemy... I a man unwilling to share even an iota of my pain.
What woman could overstand the depths of my darkness... Where I came from? Where I wanted to be?
A stranger walking among the masses... Sheep wearing the skin of humans... Surrounded by so many who worshipped and prayed at the temple materialism.
Internalized tears turning into boiling water that cooked my soul.
Love leaving me wanting and wondering... Why did love have to hurt me so?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY