(MICRO EXPLORATIONS IN SEXUALITY)

So succulent and I would taste of you... Lap at the font of thine existence, our existence.

Bring forth thy waters flowing freely across my lips, my tongue and trolling into my beard.

Such sweet ambrosia that my manhood threatens to burst it's fleshy sheath... Volcanic pulsations preluding the eruption.

I the putty of creation in thine hands, I the spark, the big bang.

Thermonuclear reactions as we interact, sweat glistening pon our skin.

I tasting of your juices, you tasting of mine.

Golden ambrosia as mine aforementioned beard glistens in soft light.

As I part thy thighs and descend into thine depths.

I in freefall, a man entranced, lost in your widened eyes.

Kissing thy hardened nipples as my body doth quiver.

Pressure building from within, the release doth devastate mine beginnings, mine ends.

This the little death, I a willing participant falling away, awayyy.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(OF LOVE AND WAR)

And of love I would say, Tis a beautiful notion as I turn and walk away.

Love beating in every footfall that I make. 

My ❤️ torn away and having been rebuilt... Cybernetic and synthetic, made of this flesh, this blood.

Such is love which can never be forced, like volcano as it erupts.

Flower petals in the air coloring the scene unfolding.

Such a beautiful panorama to behold.

Love abundant in every fiber of I a man's being, it running rampant on the floor of I a man core.

We once such committed befriends, we once bitter enemies, love clouding I man vision.

180 and acrid is the taste that flows across I man taste buds, I man curled in fetal positions, left to contemplate in the depths of mine cave.

360 and the 🌞 rising, oh so bright, the return of I man sight as the birds they sing, such a poignant song, seen?

Love the companion as I man cross these deserts, as I man bend to sip from mountain stream, love cold and invigorating as it replenishes these degrees.

Leaves I man standing erect on the square, Lion in the jungle called these streets, I man who would be King 👑.

Love thrown into the forge and hardened, sharpened to a razor edge point, love glinting in the ultraviolet rays as it evicerating slices through the air.

Here I stand warrior reborn.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com Murphy

(INNER SPACIAL)

And here I sit watching all these things erupt from seeming nothingness.

Atoms prearranged and rearranged.

We but these flesh covered supercomputers.

Electrical impulses and free range thought superimposed planetary as the universe shines, such an intricate backdrop prosed as the universal knows.

I the very core of a fallen 🌟 which in freefall impacted planetary, maybe in the milky way, maybe on a planet in the constellation Serius B.

Such are the things I see pineally.

From the atomic to the mustard seed, from the ant to the mountains standing majestically, stages, signs and degrees as the children of pharaohs fall to their knees, prostrate and submit to these lyrics of divinity.

I but a bard sitting on concrete in a man made conundrum, oh ho hum as these days physical pass me by, as once I cried and once I laughed, I shall once pass away.

All these things I and I have seen will be but memories dissipating cosmically, I into the ether shall be.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY