TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF

(TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU NEEDS TO LISTEN.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzkuEKeeDGg&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Strip for me...
Be my nasty little freak.
No one else is going to see as you show me your secrets... Your secret places.
Make my beast growl in my chest and cause him to stretch the skin of my thick veiny dick.
Make him want to stop your tease but be too transfixed to move.
His savage ravage showing in his lidded eyes...
He sniffing the air as you bend and your pussy drops to hang between your thighs... Beneath your spread ass cheeks.
He inhaling sharply as you crawl towards him on your knees.
Touch him and lay back and throw your legs to the sky as your clit makes an appearance... He wanting to suck it.
So badly.
Show him your stretch marks for he can read their patterns.
Trace your story.
See the origins of your freak...
Make the beast want to beat deep as you scratch him... Bite him.
He pulling at your hair and the top of your head... Dropping dick in.
The beast released in all his fuckery... Spanking that clit till it drips tears on his length.
Till he roaring sprays cum into that pussy and across your belly.
Cum on.
Strip for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGE RELEASE OF THE SEXUAL BEAST)

(SAVAGE RELEASE OF THE SEXUAL BEAST)
THE SOUND AS THE BEAST BEATS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgAPJVodr0U&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Let me fill you up... Cum into your empty places and overflow them with my essence.
Me touching your silky skin, playing in your wetness, lost in the all of you.
Sliding in and out.
Pulling you back and forth.
You riding my solid pole.
It stretching you as I lost in the view am sprinkled in the dew of your pinkened fruit encased in your blackened skin.
You laid back and spread, clit standing proud.
You digging fingernails into my skin.
Savage marks of rapture stinging on my sweaty skin as I thick lay in it deep.
Push it all the way to the back as I suck your tongue and you lick my face... I suck at your nipples and bite a little.
I want to hear your high notes.
I will provide the lows... The beat, beat, beat as you pulsate on my rock hard.
Use it to scratch your itch... Throwing it back as I thump, thump, thump against the confines of your walls.
I cum into you thick and creamy, draining into your cracks and crevices.
Filling you up and dribbling out wet and sticky as I the beast and you the damsel lie complete.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FALLEN SOLDIERS LAMENT)
THE SOUND FOR THE POUND...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywtJXf7hwqo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

This is for the fallen African soldiers.
Those lost in the savagery of capitalistic struggle since the advent of his-story.
This is for those who hung from trees, were flayed from their skin, were treated as subhuman.
My fathers and grandfathers, my uncles and cousins, my brother's in this life and death situation.
Those who stood on street corners and slung that thang... Opened bottles and poured one for them that's gone, wore colors that represented power on another man's land.
Them who grew up in the distorted projects where every day can be your last, killed by your own kind, killed by a white man representing the blue, black and brown gang.
This is a shot popped into the air, I hope it falls and splits the wig of an oppressor.
Takes him to a certain grave.
Buried under the tan soles of our black feet.
We soldiers in a misguided war where we fight for material when its really all about the spiritual.
Scratching and struggling to own another man's name stitched on jeans and worn on our ass like burnt brands on slaughtered cows.
Still gripped in the insanity of slavery while screaming free.
Another black man has died.
This prayer is for his African soul.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Speechless

(SPEECHLESS) A COLLAB FEATURING VERNAL...
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvTTQzF2N20&feature=youtube_gdata_player

V
Baby you got me speechless when you make love to me
blowing my mind in different places
longing for your touch
make love to me holding me close.

J
Baby you got me speechless as I drink in the juicy of you.
Take a moment to take in your curves.
I speechless as you stand there and I reach out and grab your pussy and you moan.
My dick hanging starts to rise and you take it in your hand.

V
As we change positions how deep u go in me
oooh I love the way you make me moan
louder and louder my heart starts trembling wanting more.
The deeper you go the louder I be.
Got me climbing walls with ecstacy.
Baby don't stop loving, me make  love to me

J
I push you back and spank your pussy as you scream and splatter pussy juice on the bed.
I stand and fall into that pussy hard.
All the way back as you hollar and scratch my back.

V
You got that look in my eye,
You got my mind blown as you kiss my neck, reaching my spot
as you make my body respond, trembling n cumming faster and faster

J
I beat it till the headboard starts to thump the wall.
Thump... Thump.
Thump thump.
My pussy.

V
You make me reach an orgasm.
Please don't stop...
As the hours pass you smacking my ass and the neighbors banging,
harder and harder, we both have an over flow.

J
You so thick as I lay to the side and cross them thighs, all sideways in it.
You screaming.
"Gotdamn Daddy... Get this pussy daddy!
Oh fuck... Ohhhh fuckkkk!
A squirming, squirting fucking juicy... Whew!

V
An over flow of your love.
Loving and fucking you harder as we finally reach our final nuts.
Bust one r two
Don't stop baby until you cum n me.

J
And the neighbors knocks become a part of the synchopation of your nuts and eventually mine.
Baby...
You got me speechless.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND VERNAL

(PUNANI SILVERBACK KISSING LOTUS GENTLY)

(PUNANI SILVERBACK KISSING LOTUS GENTLY)
THE POUND... BEAST BRANG BASS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LddqzHFDR_w&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Let me kiss you clitorially...
Let me place my fingertips on your slickened lips...
Let me suck at your hardened nipples...
I opening you up and dwelling in your lubrication, playing within your walls... Tittilating your torgid clit.
You so wet and tasting of the sea...
Arching your back and thrusting your punani onto my thrusting tongue.
I want to kiss you till you screaming cum.
Let it dribble through my silver and black.
Mark of the silverback.
A moment as I stand tall, pound my chest and roar.
Sniff at your pussy, flip it round and beat it from the back while squeezing nipples and biting gently... Pulling your hair and swinging deeply.
Give that pussy to me! And I catch myself...
I don't think you are ready for that.
The extreme pressuring drop of me as I recede into the land of punani beast ravage pretty, where you belong to me.
I never letting go of you naked on my lap.
You pushed back and spread as I touch the back wall and make you hollar...
"Beat this pussy daddy!
You gone make meeeee..."
I spanking those ass cheeks as the cum leaves my balls, travels through my gut and leaves my heart skeeting, skeeting, skeeting... onto your jutting clit.
I in you released...
Completely.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SEEDED

(SEEDED)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZNp6kHM0gs&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I see us together... Two peas in a proverbial pod.
We set free to propagate this literal earth.
I feel the need to dig my hypothetical roots into the well of your creation and drink deep.
Grow in the richness of your soil and bask in the nature of your caring... I will protect you as I cast my shade and give life a chance to rest.
I will hold you down in times of storm... We locked biophysically intimately.
I could not exist if nor for you... You if not for me.
The fat calf on his knees under fluttering leaves.
The eagle on thermals overhead circling and aware.
The fish in the threatened seas where man spreads the disease petroleum and chemical...
Whispering waves talking of sweeter times.
The acorn and the bulb.
The waking seed bursting from its skin.
We Africans...
We earthlings...
We.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FYAH FLAME SCRIBBLER)

(FYAH FLAME SCRIBBLER)
THE MUSIC FA THIS ONE... PYRE FYAH
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qtQHcD7mTE&feature=youtube_gdata_player

And in his aura he carries the judgment and the wrath...
The fire burning in his soul like white hot flames blinding as they reach skyward and cast embers into the branches of the sleeping trees.
His purpose to drop these words that have carved canyons into his tormented psyche.
That are written on the flip side of his skin.
His graffiti hieroglyphically scribbled cybernetically, he having gone futuristically.
He born of the last days of segregation and slavery... He the living epitome of an alternate view of intergration... The lie of the Amerikkkan dream.
He the reality of being born of the outcasts... Those who will never be free if they continue the selling out of their history, buying into the insanity.
His first breath black, his last will be the same as he continues to live molecular in the wind the rain and his seed.
His kind never dying as long as there is need, as long as prisons grow full and more are built... Brick and concrete walls designed to hold crushed and altered souls...
Make men into animals.
His flames hot burn tricknowledge to cinders as from the ashes new thought patterns rise... His words overstood grow green grass and trees... Villages and utopian cities built of wood, of steel.
Children playing in the sunshine of a once dream having become reality.
So sad that this utopia will only come after this current system is a sad distant memory in the future where there has been a great war in mans history.
It talked of as the future human wonders at modern man's stupidity.
They talking of the fire the flame and the nature of the beast.
How the beauty was missed as nature forgotten was destroyed by corporate greed and capitalistic regimes... By the lie democracy as the truth socialism became the enemy.
A child dying as a doctor drove by in a Mercedes... A preacher in an Escalate... A politician, a limousine.
His aura fire as the trumpet sounds the alarm...
His aura.... the judgement... the wrath.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY