{ECLIPSE} A WHIFF OF YOU ON A SUNDAY IN AUGUST

{ECLIPSE} A WHIFF OF YOU ON A SUNDAY IN AUGUST
THE MUSIC AS I DIGRESS...
https://youtu.be/3WURmRtIwAg

I feel you leaking brown and sweet into every cavity of my melanin filled body...
A strong breeze as you pass across my top lip... As I inhale you into my nose... So fragrant and I... I sigh.
Memories of you exploding in my mind... The swell of you breasts, the phatness of your ass, the gentle sound of your voice on my eardrums... conversations from the dusk till the dawn.
Sun peeking through the drapes as the world we saw go to sleep awakes.
Good days and bad and here again we persevere... Victims of being born in such turbulent times... Our love the only thing standing against those who would tear us down... Trod us into the ground.
You walking by and flowing into the depths of my darkest soul from whence I came... Spirit of my ancestors all in your tones.
Such an elegant figure backlit by the sun... allusions to the star from whence we came.
Light in its birth and its death... An explosion in the depths of space... Supernova and here we are.
You all big brown eyes and me lost in the images they reflect... Such beauty and I... I would catch a breath.
Pause.... A moment lost in your curves... In your innerflection.
I feel you... I really do.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE QUESTION... THE ANSWERS AND THE REALITY.)

(THE QUESTION... THE ANSWERS AND THE REALITY.)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS UN...
https://youtu.be/BOx3nqWBe1c

Why do you hate I black skin so?
Is it a holdover from your ape ancestors who looking down from trees began to envy we.
We walking upright on our two feet.
We dancing round fire and living in communities, villages and cities.
Was it the fact that as you lived Neanderthal huddled in caves against the cold we built ships and sailed the seven seas.
Built pyramids and great Sphinx, created hanging gardens and constructed Timbuktu.
Empires stretching to the horizon.
Hate becoming an obsession as you barbarian descended from the mountains that gave you your name.
A kind of man barely separated from the beast.
Is it a holdover from the times when you came to learn how to be civilized in our universities, as you studied under Imhotep and our other great minds.
Stole our knowledge and tried to make it your own, Socrates, Plato and Hippocratic oaths.
Signs, symbols and cornerstones as Egyptian became Greek.
As Ethiopian became Christianity.
Black deities becoming white idols carved from stone and painted on walls.
What made you hate I so? You killing my father and raping my mother, cutting I screaming from her belly.
Separated from I identity you made I slave.
First of his kind as you beat I, raped I, tortured I.
400 years in a sadomasochistic society.
Set I partially free without a damn thing see?
Built prison and penitentiary, substandard education and poverty.
Not a chance as you branded me bastard, branded I hostile, branded I problematic.
Urban environments surrounded by suburbs.
The plantation and the big house, fake ass courts and hanging juries.
Uncle Moses and Aunt Sarah Mae training children to be deaf, dumb and docile.
Fall to your knees and praise white Jesus.
Massa say he good enough for me. I'mma pass on this insanity.
Let me sit you in front of this TV indoctrinate you to be the nigga Massa wants you to be.
Spend all your money on shit that has no real value see?
Looking back it all makes sense.

Trump is just the wake up for a lot of we.
You hate I cause I survived you... Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MINE... ALL MINE. OH MY)
LEMME SET THE MOOD.
https://youtu.be/2UrP5TKzzTU

Sometimes... Sometimes I just wanna tie you up and do nasty thangs to you.
Fuck you till you shine... Oh my!
I'm gonna treat you like a queen but I'mma fuck you like a whore... Sorry but I had to say that... I just had to.
Such a pretty pussy and it's all mine.
Got me trembling I want that pussy so bad.
Dick hard as times in 29... Mouth watering.
Got damn I wanna fuck you so bad, spank day ass and make that juicy pussy mine. Beat it like the beast I am.
Think about you day and night, naked and bound.
Me licking every inch of your skin.
You all mine as I trace a line from your neck to your nipple.
A line to the other one.
Push em together, suck and lightly bite.
Finger in your pussy.
Rubbing that clit, wanna make it cum.
Hear your begs, your pleas.
Need that shit so bad.
Brain bout to explode.
Dick so fucking hard as it finds your mouth... So warm.
Damn!
You like it don't you?
The way I make you feel?
Pussy spread and pouting... Nipples hard and phat.
Sometimes... Sometimes I wanna see you bound.
Sometimes I wanna fuck you like that all night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THICKLY ALL OVER ME)
THE SOUND OF THE BEATDOWN...
https://youtu.be/23rbErU7NWU

Here you are all nice  juicy and begging to be licked, begging to be spanked, begging to be fucked.
All that skin, so many curves.
Here I stand a man, dick standing straight.
Now what are we going to do bout this?
Should I suck on your tits, make your nipples stand up, put both of then in my mouth?
Should I?
You know I will anyway, so much pressure as my temples pound in response to the rushing blood.
Here you are with my dick in your hand as I lick my way down, stomach to navel, down to where your phat juicy thighs reside.
The swell of your phat juicy pussy and I... I take a moment of appreciative sigh.
A moment of contemplation as I open my mouth take my 👅 and flick that clit.
Make it stand... Spank it and hear your excited cries.
Juice splattering and spattering as I lick and suck that spur tongue...
Taste of your orgasm.
Here you are as I stand and throw your legs open, place the head of my dick between your pussy lips and rub up and down.
Slide in reallll slow and pull it back out... Slide in reallll slow again... Pussy so nice, bout to lose my mind.
Pulling your hair and listening to you scream my name.
"Oh Big Daddy... You driving me insane."
Here you are right where I am, as pussy nut and nuts.
Wet belly's, wet dick, wet sheets, wet ass cheeks as I flip you over and ride it from the back.
Splat, splat, splat and skeet, skeet, skeet.
Dick covered in cream as I pull it out and cum on your belly.
Here I am basking in the glow of our sexual activities... Rubbing that thickness, that ass, that belly.
Here we are suspended in our synchronicity..

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE AUDACITY)
IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU BOUT THE MUSIC YOU GOTTA BE NEW...
https://youtu.be/ntQowgPy0CA

So many diversions as I contemplate the various modes of you.
Woman... Here I sit a man with so many observations of you... Your varied forms and manifestations.
Some good, some bad and still I am lost unto you.
An alien lifeform, is it me or you?
So mixed up and all I want is you.
I look, I wonder, is this she?
Could we? Would we?
So many facets as I find myself expounding upon you.
Queen as well as the sweetest delicacy a man could ever delight in.
Young, old and in between, dark as coffee, light as pecan tan.
A lil bit of crazy cause love ain't love without that in the mix.
Just gotta tell the truth.
Thick, skinny or in between... I in my diversity find myself perusing you on a humid summer day.
Light sheen on your skin... Sundresses and shorts that accent the rise and fall, the creases and the curves.
Falling as shower on my psyche... Cleansing I a man's soul.
All these things that would make men emotional as you walk by me.
Pure poetry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THESE THINGS I WOULD DO UNTO YOU}

{THESE THINGS I WOULD DO UNTO YOU}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/UPMwe6eX3wE

Upon seeing you... I mean really seeing you. I would dine pon you.
Drink of you with my eyes, smell of you with my nose.
So fresh... So sweet.
I would savor each passing second as an eternity... locked and loaded into my fertile mentality.
Each time I touched your skin I would feel a shock... It reverberating into my primal cavities.
It making my manhood swell... So heavy... So thick.
I would swallow my spit in anticipation... Suck on my tongue.
Upon seeing you I would kiss your forehead... Linger pon your lips... Pause at the jutting of your hips.
Rub my fingers gentle pon your clit... Take them away and pause for a whiff... My beast trying to communicate with yours.
I needing you so bad yet I wanting you wanting it... Your liquids shining on your inner thigh skin.
Juicy and sweet as I lap of it a moment before entering your valley... Kissing the petals and hearing you moan.
Such a savagely innocent thing... The way you arch your back and call my name.
Upon seeing you I would try to make you feel as I feel... See as I see.
Make you reborn orgasmic... A journey through the galaxies and universes of who and what we have become.
We here in the 21st century where you lie with thighs pushed back and riding my tongue.
Me not letting go as you cum and cum... Don't you run now! Bring that pussy back!
Holding you as you tremble and moan... Stop! No don't stop! You flowing into my mouth.
Such a sweet opening stanza to what is to come... Us lying next to each other breathing frantically as the nut subsides.
Upon seeing you all these things run cross my fertile mind.
I would devour you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{HYPERPOETICALLY}

{HYPERPOETICALLY}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/QSIz6F0FooU

Sun peeking through trees as cicadas sing such deafening melodies that play as pon ears as symphonies... Sky as blue as skies can get, clouds superimposed as thoughts run through juxtaposed.
Birds shimmering, bathed in luminescent splendor as mans mind surrenders, a translucent image on a window.
Such beauty in the most insignificant, such is the way of the magnificent.
We passing these moments by on the way to bigger and better things, fleeting dreams flying by on gossamer wings.
The ant passing by would remind us that work is essential, that life is eventual, that in the grand scheme so many of us exist inconsequential.
Souls sold to a violent system of pimps and whores, always, always striving for more.
These things wasting away into to nothingness, fading away into cosmic dustiness.
Check me out encyclopedia, dictionary and apocrypha, these images falling from fingers hieroglyphical.
These words would stand the test of time, becoming future rhythm and rhyme, fruit hanging from fertile vine.
Hands outstretched to catch the thermonuclear rays, man stands amazed.
Stars the endless seas calling his name... The rapture, the pain.
Sun setting, falling from sight, crickets and grasshoppers into the night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY