[THE CALL OF THE BEAST]

[THE CALL OF THE BEAST]

THE MUSIC AND AS ALWAYS IT GOES ALONG WITH THE PIECE SO YOU BETTA LISTEN..

http://youtu.be/fAyHeEb_wwE

When it comes to sex I am a pure jungle beast, growling and kicking over trees.

Me a like the smell of punani as it drifts to my flared nose.

Stand back and wave phallus in the air and pound on my chest as I emit a mighty roar.

Just a pure jungle beast.

Throw you to the floor and spread your legs and drink the water of your stream.

Look up and around as the drops gleam and glisten in the hair of my beard... take the head of my dick and spank that clit.

Grab your hair and suck at your tits... make your nipples sore hard in the air that we breathe.

Spin you around and take you from behind... I know you like it rough.

Beat down with furious bass as the pressure drives you to the floor... grab your hips and pull you up for more.

I like it when it hangs like juicy fruit... all pretty and purple and pink.

I want to hear your pant and yell... hollar and scream... neighbors stopping on the sidewalks wondering if they should dial 911.

"I think I heard a gorilla. You better get here quick."

Make you look at me in a different light when we finish, eyes all hooded and satisfied as you fall off into a deep sleep.

A pure motherfucking beast.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

COSMIC TRUNK FUNK

[COSMIC TRUNK FUNK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/aujw8XbIyUE

MY WORDS BEAT LIKE AFRICAN DRUMS ON ANCIENT MEMORIES PLAINS WHERE WE A PEOPLE ROAM LOST AND SCATTERED.
AS THE LETTERS FALL TO THE SKIN PERCUSSIVE AND UNIQUE... FORMING A PRIMAL FUTURISTIC BEAT OF PLANET SHATTERING PROPORTIONS.
HEATED TO MILLIONS OF DEGREES AND TRAVELING AT HYPERLIGHT SPEEDS TO FALL INTO THE MIND OF MATTER.
FLASHES AND SPARKS OF CREATIVITY ARRANGED AND SPUN SO ELOQUENTLY THAT THEY SETS ENSLAVED MINDS FREE.
I AM THE FUNK AND THE THUMP...
THE THUNDER AND THE LIGHTNING...
THE HURRICANE AND THE CALM.
HEAR ME.

FREAK NASTY

[FREAK NASTY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. IT IS PURE FYAH SO MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/jkx9ra67Mls

All buck naked and spread before the eyes of an erotic king... a madmans dream of possibilities all lying open and bountious as I aspire to plunder thy lands... take your seething seas.

Pretty brown skin so soft that to touch it is to be born again... a meltdown into the pink.

Let me lick at the heart and soul of the situation and fuck my way into your pores... play with your pineal clit.

Lay the thing down and make thee climatically skeet a little skeet... squirts of fluidity into the air.

Thighs that remind me of running wild in the musculature of your fantasies as you talked to " awww BIG DADDY!"

Kissing at your calves as they flowed past my peripherals... thrust to the sky.

Liquid fyah on cold nights as we react to primitive passions and pheromones drifting past distant memories of future sexual relief.

Yeah you can call me nasty but you know you like it when I talk like this... get all nasty and shit.

Pull at your nipples and bite you on your legs... nibble at the lips of your pussy and beat that savage beatdown.

Some of that tribal ghetto pound that thang to the ground...

Some of that proper english spoken word... a talk to thee of thy flower as its petals trancendently transport I away... awayyyy.

A fuck of your perceptuality as I sink into your womb and ignite its walls in spasmodic pulsations fluttering off into the corners of your mind.

Bucked over and open to my manipulation.

Let me fuck with your imagination.

[SONIC REGRESSION]

[SONIC REGRESSION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE.. MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/zXzVseTgO9I

You sank into my mental membranes on the wings of a sonic whisper... Stirring the grasses of sensualities plains with your sexuality, roar of rushing blood to my extremities.
Taut and turgid skin so in need of release, drops of life glistening as they are spent.
A moment of rest in the shade of you relieved.
Your eyes the road less traveled as I follow them into the soul of thy matter.
A digression of proportions to momentous to document in a few fragile sentences and paragraphs, leaking onto pages and reflectively reflecting.
Oh to feel the impact of your words across a candles light on a quiet night, watching your lips move flickeringly, so absorbed at the softness as it penetrates my want, pounds at my need.
A bass beat of primal proportions hammering at the closed doors of my cage.
I a sexual beast chained but not contained.
I hear your call, speak to me.
Blow your breezes into the forests of me and stir the leaves in my trees, mix the blood in my veins, solidify the marrow in my bones.
Push at the skin covering my brain... holding it all in place.
Build onto me and make me into a formidable fortress able to withstand any onslaught... land, sea and air.
We the city of Cibola glowing in the distant sun forgotten and neglected.
Still golden and undiscovered as man continues to rush headlong to the end.
You sank into my mental membranes on the wings of a sonic whisper... stirring...stirring.

WE INFINITE FEATURING ARIEL SENAT

[WE INFINITLY] FEATURING ARIEL SENAT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...  MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/OICK1M6s2MQ


J
We blow minds off into innerspace, a blast glowing off in the nothingness of formation the heart of creation.
Nothing and all in a flashing spark, planet and sun obliterating and reformulating whole star systems.
We create new life as we rain.
Meteorites fragmenting in fieyry freefalls onto dead planets orbiting newly formed main sequence stars.
Dust roaring across lifeless deserts and unstable seas as we plant life seeds.
Roots digging into the soil as photoplankton erupts in the rays of our light.



A
 We are what many aspire but truly can't fathom or dream within the domain of their futile visions all the while what seeps through the cranial cavity that captivates has illuminated a far forgotten part of the mind which in turn causes a raucous in spirituality...

Within the lunar belt of the plasmic passionate percussion of thoughts what is that isn't but present with indent as the craft recreated itself.....

Intricately as the Stars outline the universe & its somewhere in there came & went so fast one couldn't even notice the reality of what was just missed but could be dissed cause it was never acknowledged but yet the mastery of the craft is yet to be understood we are yet comprehended.........

J
Harbingers crying on streetcorners warning of our arrival...
Sirens and air horns.

[THE NEED] PART THREE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

[THE NEED] PART THREE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrZUs0b3NBAeCnozEhj-pcAr


I am at my apartment smoking a blunt and listening to "Midnite and Dezaries" song "" and thinking of what I am going to say to her on the phone as I pick it up and dial her number.
It has been so long since I have really talked to a woman who I had intentions with... who I wanted to remain with.
She picks up and as soon as I hear her voice I am calmed and I start to talk to her about how glad I was for that time on the bus.
I also tell her how good she looked to me. I have never really been one to mince words once I get started and this was no exception.
It is now or never and I am not about to let her get away now that she is so close.
I lay back and listen to her voice as it sinks into my pores and visualize her in my arms, the feel of her breast pushing against me. We talk of so many things in such a short time and I feel as if she is feeling me so I ask her what she is doing right now.

As night fall approached I fell down with the sun. Exhausted from my hectic day. I pour a glass of wine and savor the rare quiet moment in my otherwise chaotic house. My two sons wrestled themselves into deep slumber.

I close my eyes as I take a sip of my wine and my thoughts drift back to my short conversations with Jerald. I can't remember the last time I talked to a man who made me feel so alive. Almost forgot! I told him I would call. As soon as I reached for the phone, it rings.

I heard his voice on the other end of the phone and I melted, while butterflies took flight within my stomach. His pleasant voice made me smile and his compliments made me blush. My heart rushed in a frantic beat like Morris code as my body sat still. Engaged in our conversation I didn't want to end. We touched on so many topics and then he asked me what I was doing right now...

*thinks to myself: I hope he asks me out*

I ask her this question with double intentions. I want to see her right now.
She tells me that she is sitting on the couch and listening to me.
I like that answer.
She sounds so relaxed.
I settle back and tell her how good she looks to me when i see her. I also tell her how much i love to see her in a dress. The fullness of her really drives me wild. Talking to her like this makes me remember that its been a long time since i have even touched a woman.
I want her so bad right now.
I ak her if its okay if we see each other tonight.
I just need to be close to her. I want to smell her and look at her lips as she talks to me.
I wait for her answer.
Is it just me or did the room suddenly become warm? This flash of heat didn't appear until my phone rang, my heart sang and I felt that little twang between my thighs. Oh my! What do I make of this? Here I am talking to this man on the phone. The same man I would see on the bus every day. He smile beamed like sun rays and now we're at this moment.

As I sit on the couch and listen to this gentleman say the most beautiful compliments to me, I can't stop smiling. He's starting to awaken these urges I haven't acted on in a long time. His attractiveness plus his attentiveness equals me feeling some kind of way.

He asked me if we could see each other tonight. I froze in my seat, pondering should I? I picture his kind eyes, his warm smile, reliving the giddiness I felt when we were on the bus.

And my answer is...

Yes.

I go into the bathroom in a daze.
Damn! I get to see her tonight.
I climb into the shower and as the water begins to run I see her in my mind again and my dick begins to rise.
I want to stroke it, to take some of the tension off but then tension in its place is a good thing sometimes.
I step out of the shower and go into my bedroom where my clothes are laid out.
All I am gonna wear tonight is some shorts and a sports polo. I feel better when I am comfortable and my clothes reflect that.
I throw on my New Balance walking shoes and rub on just a tad more Egyptian musk. I do not wear jewelry, that is for women... for their adornment. I do not need trappings to justify who I am or to attract attention.
As I walk to her house I wonder what we are going to do tonight.
I want to give her something to remember me by so earlier tonight I stopped by the florists and got her 6 purple carnations. I did not know if she was going to agree with seeing me tonight but I always ere on the side of caution.
I see her apartment and my heart rate increases in anticipation.
I knock and she opens the door...
Damnnnnnn.

I go over the "to do" list in my head. Shower... check. Wax... check. Pretty toes... check. Hair... check. Everything seems to be in order over here. Except for my riddled nerves. You would have thought I've never been around a man before. I just want our first get together... away from the bus... to be nice. I don't know what to expect, but I'm a nervous wreck. The thought of him in my living room makes me happy. The thought of him any where on my body makes me blush. Stephanie Mills interrupts my thought, but I do agree with her. I feel good! I feel good all over! Let me finish getting ready.

I lotion up, put on the bra and matching thong I bought from Victoria's Secret a week ago and a sexy sundress. The colors compliment my skin tone and the dress hugs the curves of my thick body. I slide on my strappy sandals, not that big of a heel. As I look at my reflexion in the mirror, I nod in approval. I just hope he likes it. I put on my little accessories and spray on some poppy by coach. I have some wine chilling and some beer in the refrigerator. I wasn't sure which one he would prefer. Fruit, cheese and crackers are out, just in case. I don't even know if he'll like this. I hope he does. I'm so damn nervous and excited at the same time. I take one last look at my hair and make up before...

The knock at my door let's me know that he's here.

I open the door and greet him with a smile.

When I was younger the "art of noise" had a song out called moments in love and I listened to it a lot. I always imagined lyrics to that song when I listened to it.
Right now I feel as if I have discovered those lyrics in living form.
I stand there at the door for a second drinking here in and she says "Are those for me?"
I answer yes and she takes the flowers from my hands and invites me in.
I follow her and catch myself looking at her ass as it undulates beneath the fabric of the dress she wears.
She motions for me to sit down on the couch and she holds the flowers to her nose and inhales their scent as she walks to the kitchen and comes back with them in a vase.
I see that she has laid out some cheese and crackers and I nibble at them as she sits next to me and we talk.
I keep looking at her legs, her skin and into her eyes and before I can catch myself I reach out and cup her chin and lean in to kiss her.
I have envisioned this moment for so long.
Even as I lean in I am hoping that I have not fucked up the moment.

I open the door to find this beautiful man standing in front of me with flowers in hand. I'm elated as I let him in. I show him to the couch, then I walk into the kitchen so I can put these purple beauty's in a vase with some water. They smell lovely. I sit next to Jerald and place the vase on the table. I see he likes the snacks. The way his eyes traveled from my head to my toes and all points in between, its safe to assume that he approves of my dress as well. I cannot feel the electricity between us. Our eyes meet and I can see his hunger. Can he see mine? It must be obvious, because he reaches out and cups my chin. He leans in to kiss me. The butterflies that were once fluttering inside of my stomach flew away. They can't stand the heat that is smoldering down below. His lips moving closer to mine. Chills trickle up and down my spine. He wants this. I definitely want this. And in a split second...

We kiss.

I touch her lips with mine and I can't seem to stop. My hand falls to her thigh and she leans into me. I feel her skin through the fabric and I know that I must have her. I reach up and carress her nipple through the fabric and I feel it grow hard as a moan escapes her lips.
I cant seem to stop as my tongue in in her mouth, her tongue is in mine.
I reach into her dress and pull her breast out and suck her nipple into my mouth. I have thrown all my caution to the wind, I need her so badly right now. Her legs fall open and I move my hand between her thighs.
It feels like a furnace behind the smoothness of her panties and I rub her through them before I pull them to the side and brush her clit. Play with her pussy lips.
I hear her moan again and it makes my dick grow even harder.
I stand and look at her and she make no effort to conceal anything as she reaches up and pulls me me back down.

Our lips touch and everything inside of me comes alive. I lean into him as his hands travel up and down my curves. My mind is telling me no Lisa! Its too soon. But my body is screaming out for his erection. Our tongues play tug a war as we passionately kiss. He sucks on my my breast and I'm aroused. A lady shouldn't be doing this on a first date, but common sense flew out the window as his hands explored between my thighs. There's only one thing that can extinguish the flames that burns inside of me. We are at the point of no return, nor do I want to. Each touch has me moan in wanting. I crave this man. He stands in front of me and my eyes stroll down to the engorgement in his pants. Mmmmmmmmm... I think he needs to be released. I pull him towards me and start to undo his pants...

She takes the button loose on my shorts and zips down my pants and my hard dick springs into view and it takes her by surprise. I can see it in her eyes as she takes it in her hand and strokes it.
I float on the high of her touching me for a minute or two before I pull away and go to my knees on the floor in front of the couch and kiss at her inner thighs. The smell of her sex plays across my nose like a violin concerto and I tear the thongs from her hips and fling them to the side as I place me head between her legs and kiss her on her swollen clit as I suck it into my mouth and push her legs open even wider.
I want to see all of her and she throws her legs into the air.
I reach up and grab her breasts and hold them as I lick her and hum on her pussy.
She tastes so good that I want her to cum in my mouth and I play with her clit with my lips and tongue as I put one of my fingers in her pussy and play with her g spot..

He dropped his pants exposing his hard dick. Surprised at first, but then I start to stroking it.

He kneels down to the floor and starts kissing my inner thighs. Then he ripped my thong off of me. My hands grab his head and I pull him in. He pushes my legs open as he sucks and licks away at my sweetness.

I moan as he continues to maneuver his tongue inside of me. A steady flow of nectar pours from my pussy to his mouth quenching his thirst.

I take him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom, where I proceed to lay him on his back. His eyes roll back as I take him in my mouth. His dick throbs as I suck on his prutuding erection. My tongue slowly slides up and down his thick shaft and he moans in pleasure.

I see the fire in his eyes. His desire is plain to see. Neither one of us can ignore the urgency of our need. My heartbeat is racing at a fevered pace. I'm aching to have him inside of me...

 I wake up.
Damn!
Where is my phone?
That was the most vivid dream that I have had in a long time and it has just made me want her even more.
I remember how her skin felt in my dream and my body responds to even that gentle nudge. I dial her number and she answers after the third ring and her voice sounds husky as if she has been asleep.
We talk for awhile and I ask her if we can go somwhere and talk.
I wait for her answer.

The phone wakes me from my very erotic dream. It felt so real. Real enough that my panties are wet and there's throbbing down there. As I reached to answer the phone, I noticed my hands are soaked from my virtual dream. I washed my hands before I pick up the phone. It's Jerald. I can feel my face glowing. We talked for a few minutes and he asked me if we could meet somewhere and talk. My answer is...

Yes.

[FUNKYSEXYFREEFORMED]

[FUNKYSEXYFREEFORMED]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS BEAT SO TO NOT LISTEN WOULD BE TO MISS OUT...
http://youtu.be/11yH_DThH2U


Woman you have excited my hormonality...
That shit that stirs so deep that it can't be explained in words and letters as defined by mortal man.
Thats why I have to reach into the grain and pluck definitive words to describe the beauty of you... the magnificality.
Blast the language into smithereens and stir the mess before reassembling it.
Chocosexufunkualate it so to speak.
A perusal of the highest order in effectuality as I spin this weave.
Spiralate it and compare it to D.N.A. the building blocks of humanity... Seen?
Set it on fire and watch it light up the whole of mans universe... sun born of mother earth.
Mathematically precise in the breakdown of we... A marijuana induced dream... An erotic soul scream.
Wet it up and plunge it to the coldest depths where man has never been... Not even the mackinest pimp with the baddest threads.
Slick it back and lay it down... Take you to the highest peak and let you see infinity and reassimilation... Africa unbound...
The thumping heartbeat as it beatsdown...
I want you...
I need you...
Let me funk you hormonally.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY