(ENTRANCED) INSPIRED BY MAQUEDA JACKSON
THE SOUNDTRACK... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/LkEpIWjiZbo

There she is sitting across from me and I find that she has me hypnotized.
Those eyes, and I let my vision drink of she.
She speaks in that singsong voice that island women have and I want her so.
I know that she likes to play and that falls right into my realm.
I ask her to stand and she does... Fucks my world up cause she reminds me of big cat, graceful, beautiful but deadly.
I the beast want her as prey but she walking towards me paralyzes me her hips and thighs have rendered me me transfixed.
She reminds me of Africa and I inhale the air that swirls in her wake as she reaches out to touch me, as she trails her fingers around my face, touches my ear and traces around my neck.
I breathe in... A sharp intake and I am able to move as she cimpletes her circular route around me and the music playing in the background becomes part of this dance and I reach out and my hands sit on her hips.
I grab her ass and pull her to me as we sway to the beat.
She pushes my hands away and keeps swaying.
She raises one side of her dress and I see that she is wearing panties as she undulates for me.
My hard robbing my mind of blood.
She reaches under her dress and pulls her panties down and lets them fall to the floor red thongs and I bend and pick them up and sniff of the crotch as she bites her bottom lip shyly. My lion comes surging to the forefront and I grab her, pull her to me and run my hand up her dress and touch her pussy.
Its so fucking hot and I sniff my fingers to sniff of her scent again.
She lrans back into me and I grab her throat as she lays her head on my shoulder and we kiss.
She reaches back and loosens my belt and my pants fall to the floor
My dick hard springs from the slit im my boxers and she wraps her hand around it and leans foward a little and places it between her legs and I feel her hot sex as it wet provides viscocity and I don't try to put it in.
I let it rub between her lips and her clit.
I reach into the top of her dress and rip it open, it fall to the floorvand I grab her nipples as the music it continues to play.
She sways and I slide into her as she grinds her ass back into my stomach.
I feel myself slip into her womb.
Her ass cheeks so phat and I spank her ass with my hands.
Her pussy with my dick.
She bends and her hands touch the floor flat.
I standing up in her pussy proceed to beat down and her juicy talks to me.
It squeezes me and I am reminded of the tale of Big Dick and The Snapping Punani.
Got to be careful that does not happen to me as sheblies down on the carpet and spreads for me.
Brown, black and pink fills my vision and I descend upon her.
Fall into her velveteen grasp.
Her pussy speaking in its own toung and I talk back to it.
Oh pussy you are so good to me ...
Oh pussy you make me wanna cum and she says the words that causes my nut to rumble in my balls.
They slapping her taint, her asshole and I bend her back and push my dick in as far as it can go and make it swell at the head.
I try to lock myself in.
Damn baby! Yo pussy is so good!
She screams that she is cumming and her pussy grows inferno.
Her words making me pump harder to meet her on the field of orgasm.
Poppies and Maryjane.
She has become my hallucinigen.
I high on her feel her explode around my dick and I roar as my nut explodes and I pulling from her pussy spray thick and strong across her stomach, her tits and onto her face and in her hair.
Falling across her I whisper into her ear.
Don't you ever leave me.
I am yours forever.
We lay this way for awhile before I grab a towel and wipe her down.
Wipe my dick.
We talk until sleep claims her.
I watch her until I fall asleep.
Her pussy so good that I am spellbound.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE BEAUTY OF THE BOOTY} THE MODEL IN THIS PHOTO IS BRITNEY TIPTON A CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE... THIS PIECE IS A DEDICATION TO ALL THE WOMEN WHO READ MY WORK
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/wsDHOMmXjFY

A new day dawns... Sun breaking out of the darkness... First as the deepest blue and eventually becoming the glaring white.
A new day and I son appreciate the ability to rise.
A bran carrot cake muffin and a cup of Killamanjaro coffee.
A scribe pon mine old soul and I son...
I am still looking for the one.
The booty... The booty walks by an a moment of silence in reflection.
I son a man of Africa born into a new world where I son exist in Amerikkka as a warrior fighting for a lost ideal...
Freedom, and it right in our grasp dies the death of being ignored as a possibility.
It is buried without fanfare in an unmarked grave that is spat upon.
The light of recognition falls in shade spattered blotches on my soul and I find an oak tree to sit under.
Watch dog as she does her thing... We so integral to the whole dynamic of this thing...
And booty... Booty passes by.
A moment of silence.
I son alone see these things.
She plays across my mind like an old song written before my birth, a lovely sonata or perhaps a diversion.
I son bump her in my soul.
She calming the raging emotions, the feeling of emptiness that is the darkest pit of my existence.
The calm black waters where I son sit by my sea...
She breaking down the doors to my cell.
The booty... The booty.
Silence...
It causing waves to form on my seas... A breeze to blow and my ship it comes sailing silently into port and I a Griot embark.
My tale must be told... The tale of my ancestors... The tale of future generations and I son pump her through my headphones as the basis of my life.
The booty... The booty.
I so lost in the magic of this moment where the sun warms the skin of a son and shines its light pon thee my queen.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

I see yo chocolate and I be

( KEEPER OF THE BEAST)
THE SOUND OF COMPLEXITY...
http://youtu.be/GzUe8TYpCUY

I see yo chocolate and I be...
I be fucked up trying to contain the beast cause the beast wants to fuck you up... fuck you down.
The beast wants to throw your legs back and explore your folds.
Suck the juicy right out ya.
And I all fucked up in you try to beg of the beast to not unleash upon you.
He pounding in the preponderous appendage that beats between his legs.
It swelling skin and veins opens its eye to the bounteous sight of your pubic mound and your clit waves a greeting... He responding with tear in eye.
He wanting to see the most secret pf your  places and explore the base of your heart...
Rest on the mountains of your thoughts.
Breathe of thine fresh air.
Make you cum as water flowing down your valley.
The beast speaks to me and I be...
I be fucked up cause you become I see...
I finding that I must have you.
Gotta have you.
Need you to spray as mist on me.
Splattered shattered drops of we.
Brown, black, and oh so prismatically.
I see yo chocolate...
I be.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ FRIED AND SCRAMBLED } A LOVE POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE AFRICAN QUEENS...
THE BEATDOWN FOR THIS ONE... PUREST HEART FYAH...
http://youtu.be/B4VxaSR2uUo


Thy Empress, art the planet that I shine my rays upon..
As I dawn these new days where a black man ain't afraid to speak thine beauty into the ages...
Speaketh highest of thee.
Break the beat pon thine essence.
Make a distant son think of thee as he wakes under another sun...
He a distant relative see?
I who seeith thee as the salve for these wounds of mine...
I would spark lightning pon thine loveliness and bringeth forth thunder that shakes the ground in its rumble...
I scrolling this lyrical symphony would rend asunder preconceived notions of you as a bitch and a hoe.
A neck rolling, head popping parody...
That shit right there.
My rays would warm thine surface and heat thine very core...
Stir your depths into the hypothetical being queen see ?
The thump in the trunk of life that takes I down this highway where people stand by...
Another time and place and I am being...
Swept along.
Some of that hypercality of whichest I speak.
We reigning thermonuclear in our manifestation...
We knowing who we be.
Thee and I of whom I a poet speak as I drop the syllables and screw these verbs...
Chop us up and rebuild us as soliloquy...
Our light...
Our light...
I lovest thou so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE HEAVENS OPENED A MANS SOUL) A STROLL AND A SCROLL
THE SOUND... THIS PIECE WSS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC... MISS IT AND YOU MIGHT MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/qlc651yQ7uM

And a man walks alone through a path under the rooftop of the trees.
Their boughs thin for it is winter.
The man sees the expanse of stars peeking through and it reassures him that he is not alone.
Even though at times it most assuredly seems so.
Man and nature one and he says a silent few words to the one god Allah.
Thanks him for the chance to make this journey.
For allowing him to see, smell and touch these things.
He, man has seen rough times.
He, man has seen miraculous happenings.
Always he is amazed at the highs and the lows of this symphony.
The stormy seas and the mountainous heights.
The utter treachery that so many seem not to see, for Allah and the breeze, Allah and the leaves are one and the same.
Allah and he are the same if only they would see and the trees give way to field where he stands under canopy of the heavens where it all falls away to infinty.
He laughs at the insanity.
He cries for the inhumanity.
He man sees the reality.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I KNOWING THEE AM NEVER ALONE)
THE SOUND OF WE SATIATED AND OF  WE EVENTUALLY RELIEVED...

My thoughts in this time of exile, they keep returning to you.
I so far away but oh so close for my fevered mind cannot conceive a moment without you.
It pulling you naked and bare from that place where my hard arises.
That place where I so want to suckle at your breast.
Where I so want to dine at your V.
I bending to smell of your pheromones and tasting of your seas am transfixed by the fact that a female warrior exists who while soft can be so hard.
I having heard you cry know that it comes from the same frustration that haunts me.
In the dark I try to ease your pain by making you wet, by making you squirt.
A moment as I take you to the fantastic land of fantasy where orgasm exists as the healing.
Where our voices excited are the song pounding at the door and echoing down the hall.
We animalistic as we release our collective beasts.
We fluidly intermingling and spraying our juices onto each others skin.
Where I flow into you and dribble out and run down your taint, I dripping from between your ass cheeks as cum.
You coating me as sticky and sweet.
The most fragrant honey ever produce as I wipe it from the hairs on my belly with my fingers put them to my lips and taste.
You my dear become my salvation
My exile becomes my strength.
I bow in honor to thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE FUNKIEST FUNK OF A MANS HEART}
THE SOUND AS THIS FUNK IS DROPPED...
http://youtu.be/a3c3Y7bGPqo

Cum into my life, I born cry into the nethersphere where surely you must exist.
Been needing you so much lately.
Shit is fucked up alone as I play these black and white keys.
As I drop this funk which is carved from the funkiest funk that sits unformed in my psyche.
It waiting to be transformed into a story or a poem.
It telling our story.
See... I been needing to hold you as the lights grow low and we dissolve into each other.... You in my cellular structure as I feel a shard of your D.N.A...
It piercing the walls of my heart and making me wince from the pain of being so lonesome in a world of so many who do not overstand.
See, its not like I don't have chances but whats the use of wasting my time if she is not the one that makes my pineal gland vibrate.
So many years where we could have been living a fantasy wasted on such things as vanity and living another persons dream.
The motherfucking Johnson's ain't got shit on me.
Bill Gates is just a man to me...
They can be cut.
They can bleed.
I wanting to show you the true beauty of this planet as was meant to be seen before mankind caused mass extinctions and waged unholy wars.
When there was the need and the need was so great that we depended on each other, supported each other and lay in each others arm for warmth and protection against all that came our way.
Back when we were Gods and Goddesses walking beside the almighty.
He telling us of our birth in the stars.
Of clay and the kiln where we carbon and water were intermingled and formed.
We looking into each others eyes and knowing that we were created for each other.
The first time I felt your skin.
The jolt... The tingle.
My need is great, cum into my life.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY