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Friday, April 6, 2012

SIT ON MY FACE XXXRATED. ME A LICK YOU



[SIT ON MY FACE]
THE MUSIC. HOT DAMN...

http://youtu.be/EM6hkx1jP9U



I LOVE IT WHEN YOU STAND LIKE THAT WITH YOUR PUSSY PUSHING AGAINST THOSE PANTIES SITTING THERE LOOKING ALL PHAT.
MAKES THE ANIMAL IN ME SURGE TO THE FOREFRONT, MAKES ME WANT TO TAKE YOU LIKE A PRIMITIVE MAN, DRIVE MY MEAT INTO YOUR CORE.
LICK THE FOLDS AND CURVES OF YOUR BODY, THE LIPS ON YOUR FACE AND THE LIPS THAT ARE CONCEALED BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS.
TAKE YOU SO VIOLENTLY YET SO SWEET, MAKE YOU SCREAM AND MOAN AND SCRATCH ME LIKE A CAT AS I STROKE YOUR KITTEN.
THIS BEAST THAT LURKS IN ME MAKES MY DICK DRIP PRECUM AS YOU SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND SHOW ME THE SECRETS OF YOUR DEPTHS.
I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY DICK IN YOUR HEART, IN THE FOLLICLES OF YOUR HAIR, IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH.
AS I BEAT INTO THE WALLS OF YOUR WOMB. 
MY SEED THE RELEASE OF MY NEED.
OVER AND OVER AGAIN AS SWEAT COVERS OUR BODIES AND WE SLIDE INTO THE WORLD OF SATIATION.
A SLEEP SO DEEP THAT FOLLOWS THE ANIMALISTIC CONSEQUENCES OF OUR ACTIONS.
THE MORNING FINDS MY TOUNGE TEASING YOUR CLIT AS IT BEGINS AGAIN.

[CRUMBLED IN OUR DUST] A COLLAB FEATURING Angela Williams




[CRUMBLED IN OUR DUST] A COLLAB FEATURING Angela Williams
THE MUSIC FOR THIS BLEND... PAY ATTENTION...
http://youtu.be/9qtQLepa0Xw

J
We... blended in this eventuality... an African empress and I born of the need for sanctuary in the face of all this strife.
Entwined and rooted in the reality that without us there would be no more humanity... man and woman crumbled into dust.

A
Crumbled into dust... how fitting a return from whence we came.An emperor and empress retreating for a brief moment to gather strength from the source of their power.Entangled and grounded in the knowledge that from us is the beginning and the end.. man and woman.

J
The sun and the sky... the rivers and oceans and all that lies in between as kemetically we form.The light and the dark that dwells in our skin... shades of all that we are, were and will be in our dislocated reality... shards of our beauty as it weaves through our fabric.

A
Our fabric... created with beauty, strength and love. So vibrant in all that is us.No place to call home. Dislocated and relocated to a place that kills us. Not knowing that in our killing the life force seeps slowly away... not just for us, but for all.

J
For all that we aspire to be is locked away in the chromosomes waiting to be freed so that we may be... a whisper of essentiality floating by on the breeze.A dance in the arms of a queen as the kingdom seems to fall into disarray... bodies ravaged and lying at the gates... so soft the dying song as the band plays away.

A
The kingdom may seem to fall, but truth be known in the chaos and destruction we will emerge... free to be what and who we were destined to be.Aspirations rising from the crumbled dust that we were born. Entwined and rooted in the reality that we are a whisper that is being heard and unlocking the gate that many have died in victory at.

J
The world falls silent as our lyrics gain gravity and become the anchor which tethers these fleshly ships... drifting on the celestial quality of these words.Lost in the form of our beauty which reminds us of times spoken of in holy books and fairy tales... as we emerge.

A
Rising from the crumbled dust. Emerging from the earth. Standing victorious at the open gate. Lifted by the courage, determination and strength of those who came before us. Whispers of humanity. A man and woman, a king and queen.... entwined and rooted in all that is human.

JERALD MURPHY AND ANGELA WILLIAMS

MUJANE


[LITTLE BOY]




[LITTLE BOY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS BREAKDOWN..

In a corner of my war torn mind there exists a boy... son of warriors.
He sees the world as it could be.
No hunger, no pain.
Why people got to be at each others throats over outdated religions as spirituality clearly shines over there?
Why does blood have to represent new beginnings? 
The shadows stand at his feet which are pulled close to his body and he sighs.
The shadows pull back a bit.
Is that the man I have become he thinks as he looks to the mental skies and the images of the things that he and the man have encountered swirl in psychological winds.
He finds himself reaching out and he knows that there is a way to put all these things in place... to make it right.
He hears screams and laughs, he sees the man he in tears, on bended knee... wailing in lonesome sorrow.
He smiles for he knows that he can ease this these feelings... right these wrongs if only he can touch the convoluted mass.
The beauty of Allahs world as it should be.
Kings and queens in unity.
In a corner of my war torn mind there exists a boy... son of warriors... speaking to a man.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

[YOUR WIFE.] EROTICA




[YOUR WIFE.]
THE MUSIC...

I look out my window and I see her in the yard hanging out clothes. I asked her one time why she does that if she has a washer and she said she like the way it makes her clothes smell. Like sunshine.
She is married but I have had a fantasy about her for months now and it just seems to be getting bigger and bigger. As she bends over with the short skirt on it rides up on her ass and i see her thong...the print of her pussy as it hangs between her legs and my dick stands to attention.
Its now or never so I go to my back door and I walk over into her yard. I know her husband is not home so I kind of feel safe cause if he pulls up I can hear his truck. She sees me and smiles at me and I smile back.
I speak to her and she answers me. I have never been one to beat around the bush so I ask her whats up. She tells me nothing and points at the blunt that is burning in my hand and asks if she can hit it. I tell her yes as long as she lets me hit it and she laughs. I pass the blunt to her and compliment her on her dress and she says thank you. I tell her that I have been watching her for awhile and she says that she knows...she asks me if I like what I see and I answer her yes.
I move closer to her as she pulls on the blunt and I place my hands on her ass. It is as soft as I have imagined and she makes no move to remove my hand so I pull her to me and kiss her long and deep...she moans and leans into me and I put my hand under her skirt and run my fingers along her panties until I feel the edge of them and I pull them to the side and rub on her pussy lips.
She is wet in seconds and her pussy feels like it has lava inside of it. She exhales the sweet ganja smoke and looks into my eyes and I see the fire in them. She asks me what am I going to do so I take my hands from her body and zip down my shorts, she reaches in and pull out my dicks and her eyes grow wide as it grows to full attention in her hand. I move closer to her and I place my dick on her pussy through her panties and she drops the blunt.
I dont even care and I just reach under her skirt and I tear her panties off in one motion and I pick her up and place my dick at the lips of her pussy and she sinks onto it. We fuck like this for a minute until we realize that our neighbors may be watching and she gets down off of me and takes my hand and leads me into the house. No sooner are we through the door before she drops to her knees and takes my dick into her mouth and I lean against the table as she sucks on it.
I stop her and she stands and takes off her top and the skirt. Her pussy is shaved in the shape of a heart and her pussy lips hang down. Her pussy is so phat.
She lays on the floor and I get down on my knees and kiss her pussy...lick her taint. She bucks and moans as I bring her to an orgasm. Her pussy throbs as she comes in my mouth.
I grab her legs and I push them as far back as I can...almost to the floor, and I drive my dick into her as she cries out. She begs me to beat her pussy and I oblige...I have wanted this so long.
We fuck until I come all over her breasts and her pussy it seems as if I will never stop coming. I lay on her and kiss her as she plays with the come that I have sprayed all over her and which now covers my body as well. She stands and gets me a towel from the clothes in the basket and wipes me off, wipes herself off. I stand to leave and she asks me what I am doing tomorrow, I tell her whatever she wants me to do and she says that she wants to see me again as I rub her pussy. I tell her that I will see if thats possible as we kiss again at the back door.
As soon as the door closes I hear the sound of her husbands truck as it pull in and I run over to my back door and go in my house.
After awhile I hear a knock on my door, it is her husband and he wants to smoke a blunt with me. We sit in the yard and talk as I think about his wife.

[LOST] A BEAST MODE EROTIC SCRIBE


[LOST] A BEAST MODE EROTIC SCRIBE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS JAUNT...

ALL UP IN MY MIND...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU...PHAT PUSSY VISIONZ...ALL PINK WET AND PRETTY.
AS LOVELY AS A ROSE ON A PRETTY SPRING DAY...AS IT SPREADS ITS PETALS TO RECEIVE  THE SUN...SON???
AS I LICK AT YOUR CLIT AND MAKE IT SWELL...SUCK IT BACK AND FORTH...CUM ON MY TOUNGE...CUM ALL OVER MY FACE.
I SEE YOU ON YOUR KNEES ON THE SIDE OF THE BED...LOOKING AT MY DICK...STROKING IT IN YOUR  MIND AND HANDS...SUCKING TILL MOAN YOUR NAME.
I GROW SO DAMN HARD...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU.
LEGS PUSHED BACK TILL THEY TOUCH THE BED WITH ME STANDING UP IN THAT CUNT...RAMMING MY DICK INTO THE SLIPPERY DEPTHS OF YOU RECEPTIVE WOMB.
CRYING OUT IN PAIN...BEFORE YOU ERUPT IN RAPTURE...LITTLE FAIRIES AND STARS DANCE IN YOUR HEAD.
PULSATING AND BEATING LIKE A MARCHING BAND AS I STROKE THAT PUSSY WITH MY SOAKING HAND.
I WAKE UP IN A HAZE...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU

{TRAYVON I FEEL ASHAMED MY BROTHER}



{TRAYVON I FEEL ASHAMED MY BROTHER} 
THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO MY LITTLE BROTHER TRAYVON MARTIN.
http://youtu.be/gEHAm7SuIYE



Shame on the government of Amerikkka... shame on Amerikkkan society and last but certainly not least shame on black people in Amerikka.
How many more of our youth have to killed before we say enough?
Guns are not made in the ghetto they are made in shiny steel facilities that normal citizens cant even enter. So how do they reach the hands of our youth who use them to prove their manhood by killing "another nigger."
Drugs are not manufactured in the ghetto. They come from far off places that many of us will never see. They come from war torn countries where the Amerikkkan government has seized control.
Why is the murderer who shot Trayvon Martin still free, we ask as we amass in great numbers. The answer should have been very clear to black people a long time ago. The government is trying to eradicate us. To keep us at a number so that we can be more easily controlled.
There is no reason that black people in Amerikkka should still be marching in the 21st century.No reason that we have to beg for justice.
I personally am sick of the debating and the pontification of the so called Afrikkkan Amerikkkkan leaders who the white people go and pull off of their old dusty ass shelf everytime something happens.
I an sick of these preachers who continually ask you for money and use it to further their glory... and you know how I feel bout cadillacs.
Black people in this country could affect change in as little as a week if they stopped spending money with people who do not invest in our future well being. We are an economic powerhouse and that is not being pointed out as it should. Black people spend more on trying to look a certain way than they spend on food, on the true needs like education and health care, which is totally contradictory to their natural state.
Running away from themselves so to speak.
Its time that these things were pointed out and used to build our nation rather than tearing it down.
Trayvon I weep for you my little brother cause I been seeing this repeat over and over for a long time, Martin Lee Anderson and Emmitt Till as the victims are forced to forgive and forget, cause that what is happening.
60 second soundbites that guide the way you think.
Black men who linger in prisons just cause they were not born the right color.
Black children murdered in cold blood and victimized by the system.
Damn.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy