(6 MONTHS AND GUSHY)
THE MUSIC...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPAKtQxr_AM&feature=youtube_gdata_player

You so ripe in your gushy, all full of milk.
Delicious.
You taste like the creation when this planet, this galaxy, this universe were born bursting with teeming life.
You make me see this world and that one, the alpha and omega and the seraphim...
I and you existing outside of time... Of space.
The primordial swim and the walk ashore.
So ripe that I grow intoxicated and my head spins.
You catch me between your thighs and I sigh... Push and slide into your wetness.
Your juice of life that I tasted but scant moments before as you arched your back and I traced your stretch marks.
Lapping like a lion at the watering hole.
Ticking like butterfly at your erect clit.
Rising in orgasm and collapsing in release.
Covered in your gushy.
My ambrosia
The elixir of a warriors life.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NAKED LIES AND THE NAKED TRUTH)

(NAKED LIES AND THE NAKED TRUTH)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DROP...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ag-EDmlGRM&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Are we really grown here in these modern times?
We who have used the word love for so long and in so many languages... Many lost to that place where dead languages go... The alphabetic heaven where poem, prose and letters home speak of loving her... Loving him in reverent tones.
We modern in Babylon find ourselves still locked in a battle against our nature.
We finding images of love and lust abnormal when it is who we are.
Love and lust entwined so deep that to have one without the other is lunacy.
We formed of love and sweaty lust.
We bursting forth from the womb nude...
Suckling at the naked breast of life.
Still ashamed of our nudity...
Our form molded in a chamber of Allah where he probably chuckled at the irony of love and lust...
We placed unclothed in a garden of plenty and given great keys...
We wanting more as love and lust led man to sin.
She all he could see... They cemented.
Together they have become we and we still have no overstanding of love and lust...
Why we could be free if we embraced the art of God.
We carbon and water and built of the particles of a long lost star, a fraction of a second is our existence as defined by omnipotence, by omnipresent and billions of years.
We grown peruse not these things as we see only what we are trained to see.
We fail to see the beauty.
That has become our reality.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SEED FALLING TO BARREN GROUND)

(SEED FALLING TO BARREN GROUND)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

The old man with lofty crown still stands...
He having seen so much... She having seen so much.
Two natures in repose.
King as he illuminated in sunlight impregnates... Queen as she bears the flower... The seed... The fruit.
Roots digging into sand and fertile soil... Holding on.
Wearing an Afro in summer... Becoming branches in winter, a stark reminder of what has been... What might be.
Sap flowing and giving life as they drink elemental and breathe necessity...
They symbolically representing universality and the driving need to rip forth from solid rock... The cracks in the concrete... The need to be...
They gnarled and notty as they reach for the sky.
They the trees overstanding we.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MY... WHAT BIG BROWN EYES)

(MY... WHAT BIG BROWN EYES) I WONDER IF SHE EVEN REMEMBERS???
THE MUSIC... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TOO LISTEN...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVEXPVjbavw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Her eyes it seemed bore into my soul.
No matter how many times I saw them it was the first time.
She like them seemed to ooze brown, sweetest cocoa ground into the finest chocolate.
Turns out I was whipped.
Not by pussy I must say... Nay, it was by her mind, so intricately designed if I a dislocated African may rhyme.
Kicked back and reclined.
She was to me like fine bourbon... Hot as I swallowed... Warming my insides... Radiating out.
I drunk on her falling contented off to sleep.
Waking up starving for another glimpse into those big brown orbs
She so intellectual that it shook the walls of my makings, on a cellular level.
The nucleonics of my D.N.A.
I wanting to melt down as sweat across her brown.
Trailing down her breasts, running in rivets to her stomach and thighs... Her wet having become mine.
I having never been there was lost... Swept away by the sensation.
She should have been mine or I hers.
My heart bled chocolate soul into the crevices of my chest cavity as the bullet of her leaving ripped through my skin.
Tumbled through my body and exited my head.
I falling in slow motion while looking into her big brown beautiful eyes.
Mesmerized.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

LOVE LIVES

(LOVE LIVES) A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY ADRIENN BENEWAY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLs3sivEcLY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Did you know that love has life...
That it can be a friend or an enemy...
Did you know love can kill mentally and physically...
That it has the ability to laugh.
Love can sing, a song so sweet that the leaves of trees seem to sway in its breeze.
They suspended in a lovers eyes on a day in winter devoid of their color.
They blooming on a spring day vibrant and green.
Love can revive... Lift the dead right out of a soul.
Make it alive and free.
Did you know these things?
That love can make a grown man cry tears from red eyes...
He wondering why love had to be so mean.
He remembering when love made him smile.
When she was the apple of his eyes.
Where she was once juicy and sweet she has become bitter.
Love can sour.
Drown some in sorrow and take others to fluffy clouds.
Love lives in books and on computer screens.
On walls and carved into trees.
Did you know that love never having died has life?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SEXTRAVAGANZA)
MUSIC PLEASE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idmE96EWKHo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

He opened his eyes and she lie sleeping next to him.
He was confounded yet he did not look away.
Enthralled was he.
He dared not wake this exquisite creature.
She looking like frail for to he...
Yet there was strength in her form.
She stirred and turned and he saw her nipples.
Her belly button... The v between her thighs.
She opened her eyes and looked into his and so many words were spoken, even though none were.
She stood and stretched and he saw her sex.
Pouty and full.
He stood and his manhood Hung strong and thick but he made no move towards her.
He savoring every fraction of this reverberating second.
She bit her lip and he cocked his head to the side his manhood starting to rise
Her eyes stretched in wonder.
They stayed like that... Looking at each other until the pounding blood sounded like rolling thunder in their ears.
He needing her.
She needing he as they fell to the floor and he drove into she, she rode him back, she on her knees as he stroked her inner sides.
Sweat mingled with wet and juicy.
The two became one then two and sometimes it felt like three ... He calling her name so loud that the windows seemed to rattle.
She purring and clawing his ass, his back.
Finally, he exploding as she begs him to fill her up, it running down her ass cheeks.
He falls beside her and looks into her eyes.
No words are needed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY