[PUBLIC DISPLAY ON A DARK BENCH] FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

[PUBLIC DISPLAY ON A DARK BENCH] FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS JOINT... BETTA LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/ZhJ56v2JZts

Leelee
It feels like a rollercoaster.... slowly climbing up... the anticipation... right before we fuck... soaring to new heights... I'm clinging with all my might... squeezing my legs together... weathering the storm that's about to brew... the intense screwing... your pipe bruising my insides... as I ride... going up, up, up... to the top... OOOOOHH DADDY DONT STOP... dangling on top of ecstasy... trying not to fall on my knees... while you pull me back... inhaling the scent of my hair... you got me reaching out for things that's not even there.... squirming... holding in my cries... grinding in your lap while people nonchalantly walk by...

J
I feel the anticipation build as she sits on my lap...She wearing no panties underneath the fabric of the sundress...The smells of night as they fill the air that we breathe...A pause as I free John Henry from the confines of my Dickies.Slight resistance as I slide into her sheath...All the way to the root of the matter so to speak...The way that her ass jiggles as she rides...Slow at first... faster as I reach around and grab her throat with one hand... a breast in the other...All I see is her... all I feel is her...As the people walk by in ignorance.


Leelee
And all I see is him... trying to fill me to the rim... Cumtastic... sextastic... sweat soaks up our backs... as he deep strokes my ass claps... giving applause for that award winning performance... swallowing moans so I wont be heard... I can't remember our safety word... he's diggin' deep... lifting me off my feet... I'm taking what he gives out... I want that dick inside my mouth... those other lips are just as tight... draining all cum out of his pipe... I take flight... preparing for a landing... his dick is expanding... imma... bout to... SCREAM... pouring down my thighs was a nonstop stream...

J
Your wetness as it drips down into the hairs of my crotch...The way you work those hips... round and round... back and forth...I only hold your neck so that we can finish... I feel the scream trapped in your larynx...Using your body to pull you down on my thickened pole... I feel the palpitations of your excited heart in the softness of your pussy...The depths we explore in full view of the unsuspecting...I feel it so deep as it begins to boil in the muscles of my groin....You cum and I feel it splash on me...Feel it as it runs down my skin and puddles on the bench beneath me..I erupt and I strain to cum as deep in her as I possibly can...We sigh as she lays back into my chest and the people walk on by.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy and LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'

[THOUGHTS OF A CARNAL NATURE UPON WAKING] A COLLAB FEATURING LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'

[THOUGHTS OF A CARNAL NATURE UPON WAKING] A COLLAB FEATURING  LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. LISTEN CAUSE WE DO IT THIS WAY.. STRAIGHT DROP.
http://youtu.be/zzaGFEGYVFk



L
I wake up to the
Smell of pancakes galore 
My thoughts took me back to last night
When my panties hit the floor
He grabbed me
By my waist
And my world shook
Like an earthquake
He rubbed on my
Buttery brown round
All ladylike decency
Was nowhere to be found 
I rest my head on his chest
Thoughts all in disarray
While my fingers played in
His strands of grey
I was puddy in
Those manly hands
That has traveled
Through distant lands
Fingertips traced
The outline of my lips
His tongue followed
Trailing down to my hips
He flipped the script
His lips kissed THOSE lips
Slipped his tongue inside
It flicked and glide
Inside of my cherry pie
He smiled with pride
As my eyes 
Slowly rolled back
The rumors I heard
Was a proven fact
My thoughts turn
Back to breakfast
I lay there
Aroused and breathless
He walks in
With those pancakes
And my whole body
Began to shake
I was focused on
His toned physique
The sight of him
Awakened my inner freak
Pajama bottoms exposed
His sexy ass
I couldn't let
All that walk passed
I glanced at his muscular chest
Covered with those grey strands of hair
Then my sex filled eyes
Fixated down THERE
As I pulled down his pajamas
He stood erect... holding his package
Then I suddenly had a taste
For maple syrup flavored sausage

J
Standing in the kitchen I remember...
The way those pants hugged that ass.
The way she sounded when I grabbed her and stripped her of her panties.
Slowly falling to the floor as I caressed all that she carried, the round of her brown.
She nervously trembling in my arms as she succumbed to the manipulations of a G.
The feel of her nipples as they pressed against the skin of my chest.
Her hands as they trailed across my war scarred body...
I feel the fullness of her hips... The suppleness of she.
Licking at her nipples... kissing the button of her belly a second before I am at her mons veneris... just a flicker of my tongue on her spur tongue.
Gently...
She belongs to me deeply, 20,000 fathoms of sexual release under the sea of we.
I feel so heavy lost in thoughts of the things that we shared wetly.
Her eyes as I explored the peaks and the valleys of her phatness.
Mmmmmmmmm.
I carry the food into the room and I see her looking at me...
The food can wait.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'

[SUN RISING... SON RISING]

[SUN RISING... SON RISING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/Cj3M779Hc_w


Sun rising... Son rising, we as one across the horizon, we the rays.
Links in the melanin of our darkened skin as we disperse across the diaspora...
Knowledge in the sonlight... so warming... so soothing as the seeds absorb life.
Sun rising... Son rising, we glance to the east from whence it all came, in Amerikkka we glance across the dead sea.
The bones of our ancestors ground into sand... 
Across the waters to where our heritage was raped and burnt to the ground...
Dug from the ground and sold in jewelry stores to dead mentalities... ghetto casualties.
Sun rising... Son rising, we who heed the voice of the higher plan which is written in the stars... the burning surface of these sons.
Secrets alluded to but never disclosed to any but those who belong, those who have commited so much wrong.
War in the name of the church... the name of Allah.. Israeli governments that bomb whole neighborhoods.
The enemy tricked out in the guise of the victim... the victim called the enemy.
Sun rising... Sun rising, philosophising on hot summer days in the country of Babylon.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

ARTISTICALLY NASTY STILETTO SOLILOQUY IN MURPHY D

ARTISTICALLY NASTY STILETTO SOLILOQUY IN MURPHY D

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SWIRL...

http://youtu.be/Z1ibUlSDjkw

ALL I KNOW ABOUT THE MODEL IS THAT SHE IS JAMAICAN AND HER NAME IS LEANNE

I tend to find myself smitten by one thus as thee

Such a beautiful flower as thou dost groweth in the garden... Smitten am I.

Unwind for I as I spin a vivid stiletto soliloquy in Murphy D...

All over mind screen sociology dropped to the umpteenth degree..

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Thy art the ambrosia...

Thine art the implosion ...

The big bang in matter of grey...

Show me.

A sigh is released, a breath inhaled as I reel at the sight of your femininity...

The beautiful art of it all...

The cosmic implications and all the possibilities  

A second as I catch glimpses of the fountain of human existence.

Such a magnificent flower doth bloom in the moonlight...

Petals that flutter in the breeze.

We.. you and I universally lingering in the spirals of our nappy hair...

Constellations and clusters...

Nebulae and supernovas...

We are as we be.

Show me.

Let the fruit hang from the branches of your tree...

Enticingly sweet and oh so juicy...

Smitten by the sight of stilettos and Africanity...

Thus art thee as we ride 4 inches high on the heels of all this primalinity.

Let me cum in... let me cum in...

[WE A WRITE]

[WE A WRITE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/7FKpYzYXRd0




We who weave the sensual and delve into the reality... we who who owe a higher debt to society.
We who see...
If ever there was a line we crossed it bout a week ago... we be writers... Seen?
These are the pieces of of our soul as they fall from our conscripted hearts... collectively.
We who cry tears of ink... bleed blood of ink.
We these writers... Seen?
If we have dreams we put them into these alphabetic forms that are read by the generations of man.
Played out on stages and IMAX video screens in the heart of all of this insanity.
We rain, we rain fyah... we rain water in words of ablution... clean the ozone.
We writers who write speeches for politicians filled with lies... spin the news... pick the dumbest nigger.
Castles built of sand giving in to the sea.
We be writers... Seen?
We write down prison walls and crack houses... we write down invisible fences and impenetrable barriors placed so long ago.
We a sound the alarm... Wake the sleep...
Seen?




JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[WIT YO BIG THICK ASS] EROTICAL

[WIT YO BIG THICK ASS]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS THRILLER...

http://youtu.be/yuHH0kcFcso

THE MODELS NAME IS Danesha Marquel

I want to bust all over your big ass...

I don't mean that shit in a fucked up way...

Quite the contrary...

it is a form of praise.

Show me dat big ol ass.

Damn!!!

I likes it thick...

Show me more.

Show me freaky...

Mmmm... mmm ... mmm.

I think I just blew a fucking fuse...

Such a lasciviously enticing dish as it is laid out and spread...

A lick at the petals...

A flicker of a finger on thy bud.

You are going to make me nut...

Thick ass unique.

Dick harder than titanium on a cold day...

I freeze momentarily as I recognize the magnitude of all this body in my sight.

Sniff at the scent that thy elicit...

Lion to the lioness and all that.

Spread that thang for me...

Whew motherfuckin we!!!

All over dat big pretty ass.

[ANTI TYPICALLY]

[ANTI TYPICALLY] AN INTERLUDE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS INSIGHT...
http://youtu.be/5ifnPIVgiJw

TO SEE ME AS ANY ONE THING IS TO UNDERESTIMATE ME...

A CHAMELEON AS I ROAM THE LANDSCAPE OF ALL THINGS...

MANIFESTLY.

AFRICAN TO THE VERY CORE.

I BE'S A POET SEE?

BORN IN A CITY IN GEORGIA SEE?

DONE SEEN A LOT WHILE LIVING 360...

KNOWLEDGE ON THE SURFACE OF THE WATER...

THE SKIN OF IT... SEE?

AS I ABSORB AND TRY TO SEE IT ALL I WONDER IF AT BIRTH I WAS TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL CAUSE I AM STILL HERE...

THAT'S ABOUT AS REAL AS IT GETS...

GUN FIRE AND BLADES OF STEEL...

 WINGS OF SERAPHIM  BEATING IN THE NIGHT.

HERE WE ARE

STANDING AT THE PERIMETER OF WORLD EVENTS...

THESE THINGS THAT UNFOLD BEFORE THESE VERY EYES...

DREAMS OF LOVE THAT DRIFT ON THE RAYS OF MORNING SUNS IN JULY...

THESE AFRICAN BIRTHS OF ALL THESE NOTIONS.

TO THINK THAT I DO NOT RECOGNIZE IS TO MAKE A FATAL MISTAKE...

I HEAR YOU KNOCKING ON MY DOE...

MR MAN... MR MAN STANDING ON THE SQUARE...

SHARPENED IN THE FIRES OF THE GHETTO WHERE THE RICH COME TO TRICK AND SCORE BLOW...

WHERE SOME CHILDREN SEE TO MUCH AT VERY YOUNG AGES AND JAIL IS A RITE OF PASSAGE.

WHERE THE PROPHETS ORIGINATED AND WARRIORS ARE BORN...

I CARRY THIS SWORD... THESE WORDS.

THIS IS MY LIFE... THIS WEIGHT I BEAR.

ROAR OF THE LION AS WORDS BECOME THE METHOD OF TRAVEL...

PEN MIGHTIER THAN ANY SWORD...

VOLUMES OF VOLUME...

A ROAR INTO OUTER SPACE...

A ROAR INTO THE SPACE BETWEEN BLOOD CELLS...

SIGNS AND SYMBOLS ETCHED INTO THE STRUCTURE OF WHOLE SOCIETIES...

CARVED INTO MASONRY...

SEE ME... SEE YOU.

I AM THE ANTI TYPICAL...

THE LOOSE RADICAL...

THE MONKEY WRENCH IN THE WORKS...

ALL THESE THINGS AND SO MUCH MORE AM I.