SPRANKLE

(SPRANKLE) INSPIRED BY THIS PHOTO OF NIKI AMOR
THE MUSIC FOR DIS ONE… CUM PON...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgXhscKtq10&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Woman I see all dat booty and I just want to sprankle it.
Little creamy drops glistening on your supple skin.
I want to…
I want to let the savage ravage of the beast descend.
Got my mind caught in a whirlwind as I spin… As I spin.
Dizzy from the bump of your trunk… A thumpity thump.
I want to sprankle dat ass and watch the drops run down your cheeks.
Dribble like white tears across your pouted pussy lips and fall to the sheets.
Dat ass, dat ass.
Me waan flip you over and spank dat phat monkey…
Make her screech in high pitched tones.
Get this pussssyyyyy Big Dadddddyyyy!
Stand up and kiss she.
Me Beast.
She punani.
I so captured by all dat big, bountiful, beautiful ass.
I waan sprankle pon she.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Hard Times

(HARD TIMES) A SEXCAPADE
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://m.youtube.com/watch?list=PL24cV6IIynraS1Pekb_J3843Aj-Dh9Gea&v=IFwiRu_hCU8&feature=plpp

It was a Friday and I was at "Hard Times" a club on Alabama Street.
I was at my table... You know the one in the corner.
Always got to sit with your back to the wall and your eyes on the door when you roll like I do.
I rolled a blunt...
Sensimilla... cause that's how we do it.
Me and my crew.
I saw her when she came in by herself.
She was so fine I remember thinking Oh she's here to meet someone and I dismissed her.
That's what you do when you roll like I do.
Money no object and that goes double for a woman.
I lit my blunt and leaned back in the chair as people walked by and gave me dap, bought me drinks which I didn't touch.
Some of these motherfuckers weren't friends and I don't trust motherfuckers anyway.
Bitches will drop some shit in ya drank.
The lights on the dancefloor painted patterns on the floor and the walls as the music thumped.
Clairmont the owner came over and dropped a stack of hundreds on the table and he took the seat next to mine and leaned over and said "I appreciate what you did Idren" Clairmont was a Jamaican and I did dirty work for him.
Mainly enforcement but other things as well...
I was the weedman round this way but I had my hands in other pots as well.
His fine ass wife came over and kissed him on the cheek and squeezed my hand.
Clairmont didn't see that, and she sat by him.
My crew was over at the pool tables and my boy Chris was cleaning everybody out.
He had started playing when we were kids and that motherfucker could shoot like Minnesota Fats.
Trick shots and all.
I passed the blunt to Clairmont and he pulled on it as we made small talk.
The music slowed down and Clairmont told his wife to get to the bar and help and she rose and started to leave the table.
Clairmont told her to get a move on and slapped her on her ass and it jiggled under the thin fabric of her dress.
She turned and leaned down and kissed and hugged him and winked at me over his shoulder.
She had been trying to give me the pussy but I knew that was trouble.
I would have to kill Clairmont and I didn't want to have to do that.
His supply was to strong.
He leaned in and told me what he needed, asked me if I could handle it.
I looked at him like he was crazy and he laughed at that.
I know you got me Chaingang.
That's my nickname, and people always assumed it was because I had been to prison.
I never had but I never corrected em.
It added to my image.
He got up and walked to his office and I leaned back.
I was by myself tonight and since I didn't dance I watched the booty bounce on the floor as I nursed my drink.
I saw her walking towards my table and she asked me if I had a cigarette.
I said yes and gave her one.
She asked if she could sit down and I said yes.
She asked me my name and I said Chaingang.
She said "What kind of name is that and I told her how I had gotten the name.
By punching someone in the mouth with a choke chain wrapped around my fist.
She looked at me and said "Do you still do that?"
I said "Only when I don't have my gun."
She looked at me and said "You're serious aren't you?"
I said "Serious as a heart attack in church."
She said "I have seen you before, you are young but you seem so confident.
You walk with purpose."
I really looked at her then.
She was about 35 with short hair and a grown woman's ass.
But there was something else about here.
The music bumped and I asked her what she was drinking.
She said gin and juice and I ordered her one.
Clairmont's wife brought it to the table and made small talk.
Checking the competition out.
She left and the woman told me her name.
It was Susan but everybody called her Sue.
She worked for the state... The division of something or other.
She asked me what I did and I said "I make things happen."
She looked at me and said "What does that mean?"
I laughed "Do you really want to know the details?"
"No."
I said good and asked her why was she there by herself.
She looked at me and said "Cause I wanted to meet you."
That kinda hit me hard.
"Why."
"Cause I do. Now let's drink and talk."
An hour later we were looking into each others eyes and I knew it was bout to go down.
She excused herself and went to the bathroom and I paid my tab.
Clairmont's son gave me dap and was all in my business " Fuck that shit up sun."
He was raised in New York.
Sue came out and he watched her ass as she walked to the door of the club and waited.
I dapped him up again and walked to where she was.
Her car was parked in the back of the club in a dark spot and it was a big body Impala.
We got in and she leaned over the seat and kissed me and all hell broke loose.
I slid my hand under her dress and pulled her panties to the side.
She moaned and I slid two fingers in.
She was unclamping my Dickies and when my dick came out she looked at it and tryed to wrap her hand around it.
She couldn't.
I kissed her nipples and she cried out.
She pushed me back and kissed the head of my dick and sucked it in.
She tried to swallow it all but couldn't.
I pushed her back and held her feet as I slid my dick in.
She scratched my chest and screamed as I fucked her.
"Get this pussy!"
I obliged her.
All of a sudden she started chanting "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!
She scrambled from under me and said look as she rubbed her clit furiously.
When she came it was a flood and it splashed her and me.
That shit turned me on so much I grabbed her and fucked her rough.
I turned her over and fucked her from behind and as she came again I shot off in het pussy we collapsed and she said "My husband can't fuck me like that."
I saw a shadow on the window as someone moved away and raised my head as I wiped the window.
It was Clairmont's wife.
I looked at Sue.
We was gonna have to work this out cause this was good pussy.
When I looked in her eyes I knew she felt the same.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SNAPPING PUSSY

(HONEYSUCKLE) SNAPPING PUSSY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE… SO DETRIMENTAL...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PoIl2R-noc&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I kiss her flower and she sighs.
Her petals so soft enthrall me and I manipulate them with my tongue.
She lying on a blanket naked in the cool air.
Nipples like large grapes from the feeding of babes she no stranger to a man’s attention.
Yet I am not ordinary man.
I smell what she likes in her particular scent.
My beast reveals her flavor… The way she likes it licked.
He stands poised like lion, like bear, like gorilla…
Your juice, his drink.
You flow across his tongue.
He I strain to contain for were I to release him fully she would be a dick whipped fool… Following me blindly around.
The beast smiles at that thought as she falls to her knees and kisses the head, spits, sucks as much as she can.
He looks into her eyes as she slurps loudly.
He feels confused… For a second there he felt… Love?
He pushes her back and looks into her orbs of brown and they seem to fall away into the deepness of where he exists.
She kisses the beast (me) and he mounts her hard and drives into her womb.
Her eyes widen… The beast likes that.
Her pussy tightens around his dick…
Let’s go…
Tightens again.
He roars his pleasure… Damn she feels so good.
She screams and squirts and covers him in her cum.
She is of the snapping pussy clan.
He is lost.
I feel my nut surging through the tubes.
Life bearing seeds.
I press her legs back and splatter the back wall of her womb.
The beast says… “Marry me.”
I tried to hold him back.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

FRAMEWORK

(FRAMEWORK)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE…

You in repose such a lovely work of art.
I sigh for there is so much more I want of you.
From the time of my birth I have been warrior.
Born on the hardest street in the hardest neighborhood in the city.
Born in a place where slavery under a new name held black people down…
All the while all you see is the skin I am in…
What I was when I had to be beast.
It assuring my survival.
I lingering in your air as a molecule drifting across your brown skin…
Wafting to your nostrils scented opium, it my link to true power.
I so locked in a passionate embrace with the thought of love.
Holding it against the black and grey hairs on my chest.
Whispering its name.
Talisman that keeps me from fading away… Becoming as transparent as clean glass against a morning sky.
Beast tranquil as the birds sing of ancient romance, same songs that were sung in a garden paradise echoing in these modern times.
I lost in the framework of your art as it unfolds before these eyes.
Becomes your solidity.
I see you in HD, such a lovely muse that at times it has moved I to tears.
I painting you in these character’s
and lines as you in repose fall from my mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF EMPRESSES AND WARRIORS)

(OF EMPRESSES AND WARRIORS) A COLLAB FEATURING LATRICIA MAZYCK
THE MUSIC FOR THIS COLLAB…
Latricia Mazyck
My Liege, what wonderful scribe passeth through thy pen and ‘Twas InKed on textured paper… Embedded within this scribe is the love that poureth from thy own heart…
Jerald Murphy
Ahhhh Latricia most fair.
Thy words burn in mine soul and causeth mine eyes to well with water at the heat of their scorching flames…
The breezes of thee… Fanning… Fanning.
Sending them sweeping with urgency across mine planes.
Thank thee empress.
Latricia Mazyck
Thy welcome cometh toward thine castle o’er yonder… swiftly it cometh to blanket thee with warmth and pure love from mine own heart to thee My Liege…
Jerald Murphy
I cover mine self with thy softest fleece and find myself comforted in a cold hard word…
I on knee accept thy welcome willingly fair maiden…
Daughter of kings.
I a warrior of flesh and blood cloaked in thy comfort becometh invincible
Latricia Mazyck
Alas! My breath is taken aback as I let out a soft-toned moan…
My cheeks a-flamed in a milk-chocolated blush;
which is apparent whilst a yawn surfaces itself from deep within… Involuntarily I acquiesce…
Slowly as my blood becomes cooler in my veins
For the heat overwhelmed me without warning…
Ebony eyes twinkle in unison with the Moonlight… A smile softly tip-toes across my face…
Jerald Murphy
I find myself slain in the depths of loves dungeon…
Willing prisoner to your manipulations as you are to mine.
I so lost as thee causeth my head to swell…
I  swoon in loss of blood to my receptive brain.
Thou art the most and I lost sigh as I sink into thy folds.
Mmmmm.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND Latricia Mazyck

(DOA) THE LAST HEARTBEAT

(DOA) THE LAST HEARTBEAT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cg-eauPDd0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

And the world fell to the beat…
Man in the vastness of the all as the angels symphony becomes the     soundtrack…
Urgent, urgent…  patterns play across his subconscious as the thread is parted
He finds himself knowing the next breath might be his last and the choir stands locked on that one note
The next thought might take it black.
A second a millennia as the dimensions parted feed the particulates of his particulars and he knows he stands in the presence of greatness.
All and nothing as he free is given the choice... Choose wisely man.
The man recites and those around are as affected as he as he speaks.
Angel and man and there is nothing but the baritone of his voice as he lays his sound down.
Speaks his piece seized from the ancestors at the spark as he seed waited in that king line.
Father to son to grandson and so on...
Mother to daughter to grandaughter... Carried on hips and fed at breasts...
The angels stand prepared to carry this message to Allah, the man drops the rhythm and it created becomes fortified and formidable...
The earth quake's and mankind shakes.
Closing ears against the thunderous tones and freezing in the startling light...
The beat... The beat...
Tis unique.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY