[LET ME TIE YOU UP AND FUCK] TOO HOT FOR FACEBOOK

[LET ME TIE YOU UP] TOO STRONG FOR FACEBOOK.

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/8MRfvI8Mwv4

I HAVE ALWAYS HAD A FANTASY OF YOU TIED UP... BOUND ON THE BED... SLAVE TO MY WILL...

THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES... THE FEEL OF YOUR EXCITED BREATH...

I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU CUM UNTIL YOU CRY...

WOMAN, YOU BELONGETH TO ME.

LET ME TICKLE YOUR NIPPLES AND SUCK THEM INTO MY MOUTH... MAKE YOUR TITTIES SWEAT IN ANTICIPATION... FLICK YOUR CLIT AND MAKE YOUR PUSSY LIPS GLEAM WITH THE BEGINNINGS OF YOUR CREAM.

SPREAD YOU AND STRAIGHT BEAT THAT PUSSY, YOU MY SLAVE, I THE BEAST.

TURN YOU OVER AND SPANK THAT ASS... A MOMENT BEFORE I PLUNGE INTO THAT  PUSSY AND PULL YOU BACK , PUSH YOU FORTH,

GIVE YOU THIS DICK AS I WATCH YOUR LIPS GRIP THIS MEAT.

PULL OUT AND KISS THAT PUSSY... IT FEELS SO GOOD AS YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO GIVE YOUR SELF TO THE PRESSURE OF THE BEAST...

POUNDING...

POUNDING.

LETTING YOU TASTE THE MEAT...

SUCK THAT DICK... APPEASE THE BEAST

I WANT TO TIE YOU UP AND FUCK YOU UP.

LOST IN THESE ALLUSIONS OF YOU.

[LOST IN THESE ALLUSIONS OF YOU] THIS POEM CONTAINS IMAGES WHICH MAY BE CONSIDERED GRAPHIC.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/WEO2yHT-j5k

And here you are at the other end of nubia filling my thoughts on another autumn day... making the blood  flow heavily to my loins... my dick hangeth straightly in its preponderance.

The many flavors of you play across my mind and I am lost in the true beauty of all that you represent. All that we have seen together in the womb of an ancient mother.

Lost am I in the beauty just as my forefathers were... Just as my descendants will be.

I find myself wanting to bathe myself in you... Wash away the past in the curves and folds of your skin.

Slide into you as you slide onto me... feel the satiny grip of your sheath.

If thou art not art then what art thou... I find no shame in you... I feel no shame in you...

I seek to explore your nubian sexuality.

Young and sweet and of the legal age limit.

Aged like the finest quality wine.

Exploring thy various flavors as they flow across the receptors of my tongue... Dark chocolate.

Pecan tan.

Sweet milk chocolate that saturates this rabid mind.

Leave you weak and wet and covered in the cream of our existence... Pretty lotus petals covered in my manly emanations.

No other in existence compares to the pure in you... the naturality of your form so intense a sight that here I find myself again trying to explain.

(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)

(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)
THE MUSIC AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65ZOrHLUip0&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

I wonder if thou knowest that thy booty doth excite me internally... all off in the Jones in mine bone.
Making me strum these keys like Thelonious... Stroking a song from your skin...Juicy booty all the way from then to now... Dancing round a tribal fire... Covered in sweat... Red reflected in brown eyes...
In the water in Montego bay... Flickering in the waves...backlit by the sand.
Water dropping from the delicious shape of your big behind...
Wetting up my mind in thoughts so salacious that my tongue it doth grow hard... A moments flick across dry lips.
I seek to devour you... Demolish that booty and rebuild it anew... spank it... Play with it, pet it and name it something new...
Yo booty got me bout to lose my damn mind...
Thou dost these things to me when I am lost in these big booty dreams.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[GHETTO CELESTIAL CRY]

[GHETTO CELESTIAL CRY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/qeEFD_GK7n8

MAN... I CRY,
I CRY FOR THE LITTLE GIRL WHO HAD TO DIE TO FEED THE NEED TO KILL...
TO PROTECT A SECRET.
I CRY FOR THE BOY WHO FEELS THAT THE ONLY WAY TO FEED IS TO FEED... A GUN HIS ONLY TRUE FRIEND.
VICTIMS OF THE FALSEHOOD OF THIS REALITY.
TRAPPED IN A SYSTEM OF LIES THAT GOES FAR BEYOND THE WALLS OF THE VATICAN WHERE SO MUCH OF HISTORY IS KEPT SECRET... DEEMED TOO STRONG BY THE CHURCH.
IF I SAID IT ONCE I'LL SAY IT AGAIN... ALL CHRISTIANITY IS ROMAN... ALL EXCEPT THE COPTIC ZION.
THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD AND WHETHER HIS NAME BE ALLAH, JEHOVAH, YAHWEH, OR GOD FORBID GOD ATTENTION BETTA BE PAID.
AS MAN DESCENDS TO THE DEPTHS OF THE ABYSS AND CHILDREN KILL EACH OTHER OVER SENSELESS SHIT.
BODIES SO YOUNG LAID TO REST IN GHETTO CEMETERIES...
MY HEART ACHES FOR THE BABIES BORN INTO THIS SAVAGE SYSTEM WHERE ALL YOU ARE IS A NUMBER.
ONE CREDIT REPORT AWAY FROM TOTAL ANNIHILATION, YOUR CITY FALLEN TO RUINS... SPIRIT CRUSHED.
HOMELESS ON THE CORNER TALKIN BOUT WHAT YOU HAD AS A MAN IN A SUIT PASSES BY.
AN AIRPLANE ROARS BY IN THE SKY CARRYING A RICH MAN TO A BOARD MEETING WHERE HE HOLDS YOUR FATE IN HIS HAND... AN ELECTED SELL OUT...
SO BARBARIC THIS CAPITALISM.
THESE DAYS... THESE DAYS HAZY AS THE SMOKE CIRCULATES, SPIRALING INTO THE MORNING AIR.
VOICES SCREAMING INTO THE DYING LIGHT.
MAN... I FUCKING CRY ... THIS SHITS GOTS TO CHANGE.

NU'BIA

INSPIRATION. ALSO KNOWN AS CHANCE

(INSPIRATION) ALSO KNOWN AS CHANCE
The music... Or rather the soundtrack...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BzSHDIN0XI&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

I glimpsed you standing on the corner as the day progessed in its steady way.
The sun falling in revealing rays on the lovely of your skin...
An oasis to a thirsty man in the desert of these lives... so much water yet so many die wanting a drink...
Needing a drink.
Tim

e I see in your curves... Your hips, loins and the tilt of your head... A holdover alluding to when we the free lived anciently as he and she...
Spun out of dust and water.
I reach the place where you were standing and all that is left of you is your aroma...
I have never forgotten you.

JERALD hamzahfaruq Murphy

NUBIAN DROPS OF FEMININITY