{LET ME SEE YOU WET}

{LET ME SEE YOU WET}

THE SOUND CAUSE SOMETIMES ITS JUST BOUT DAT BEATDOWN...

https://youtu.be/Pghd9ryG5s0

I desire to lick the droplets from your skin... Tasting of the water... The salt.

All of in your cressess and folds... The hidden places where your secrets abound.

I want to suck you, lick you, hear you beg me to stop.

Grab my head and push it back.

Squirt in my face...

I want to lick it up.

I love the way you play with me... Make me want that thang.

Make me want you to hold my thang thang in your soft hands...

A moment as I suck the air cross my teeth...

Make me wanna buss.

A second as I lay you back and kiss those thighs... Rub those pussylips with the head and let it kiss that clit...

Slid it in.

I desire to see you naked and wet... Droplets falling off your brown.

Shimmering and glistening in the black hairs of your pussy...

Sometimes I just gotta let the beast romp... Let my beast stomp as I prance and play...

All up against the walls.

Wet... wet.

I splacking in the juicy.

Plapp... plapp.

I desire to see you dripping droplets...

Yes I do.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE FUSE PRIMED AND LIT}
THE SOUND...


They told me a long time ago that I should shut my mouth... That I needed to hold on to truth and not let that shit go.
To let that shit go.
Sorry but that ain't me as I look at another dead black person on national t.v., pimped and paraded dead.
See that ain't me cause I can still feel the ghetto so many years away cause the ghetto ain't left me.
How I was viewed in school and in life.
They tried to treat me less than and I flipped that shit right back at em cause I knew that god was black.
That I was formed in his image.
That my people were strong from their born.
They want me to let go of the fact that their political system ain't ours... That it is designed to hold us back if we let it.
Yeah that.
That in the courtroom all you are is dollar bills as they sentence you to jail and prison... Sell you to the highest bidder... Work you for pennies a day.
Some whole new sweatshop shit.
Black men wearing their allegiance to massa as an honor... Nigga I done been to prison, and the masses take that as bravery with a mixture of stupidity.
The women take it as hard when in fact some of them prison niggas is bitches.
Looking down at the floor and mumbling in the face of the man on the podium...
Speak up nigga, I cant hear your plea.
Yep that.
They want me to shut up cause it might get me killed by the white folks... By some Uncle Ruckus ass black folks, By some young jits hanging out on a street corner cause I still roam the ghettos from time to time.
They want me to shut up cause they are scared.
Scared that I might ignite and annihilate as I exacerbate a situation.
Bricks and stones...
Bullets and explosions...
These words thermonuclear as they rain down from on high.
I the point of impact as I make contact.
They want me to shut my mouth...
I say to them, Wait for it...
Cause I got a whole lot more shit to say.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{IN YOUR ARMS} DEDICATED TO YOU
THE SOUND OF ME HOLDING YOU AND SPEAKING THESE THINGS...
https://youtu.be/Y-8FBbTCEWA

And I sighing would hold you when the night falls and there is no more day... When the sun stands in another hemispheres skies.
I would hold you when the rain of tears on your cheeks turns into the puddles on the table... Reflecting us over and over again...
We the curved images.
Our lives spent apart as we learned of the harshness of humanity... As we witnessed so much joy.
The first steps of so many babies as time, it moves on.
I would hold you and tell you of my plans, for mine are yours as yours are mine... I loving you so would hold you suspended in the water as we bathe.
As I tried to absorb the impact of the trying times, they etched into our skin.
Old bumps and bruises...
I find myself wishing I had been there then but that was not the will of Allah.
All my energy so devoted to the essential you, your beatdown as it echoes in the caverns of my mind,
bounces off the walls and causes I to sway.
Your melodies and your bass playing in my psyche.
I would hold you in my fantasies where you take on so many forms... Wife, mother and lover.
My good girl and my bad girl.
My calm in the middle of the battlefield as bullets whine and black bodies drop never to stand again...
So long have we been in Babylon.
My empress I would hold you and look in your eyes as we discuss these things...
As the night turns into the dawn of new days....
I would hold you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE GENTLE STREAM)
THE SOUND OF IT TRICKLING OVER THE STONES... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS SOUND...
https://youtu.be/ujzMHLac404

She crosses my mind and I caress her as softly as I can so that she does not fade away...

The gentle breeze sings
She and it entwined lovely
Man breathes deeply, sighs

I living these days suspended on her complexity.
She as much a part of me as the helix of my dna.
The depths of my melanin.

Born of carbon we
Molded and formed see
We one entity

My waking and my sleeping driven by her and my... My heart beats her name in synchopated patterns.
My chest... My chest.
I would speak of her name as I fade away.

Leaves spiraling down
Roots covered on solid ground
Such a cold hard world

She the rebirth and I a man hold my hands stretched to the sky...
Trials, tribulations... Man screaming into closed minds and the... The heavens remain silent...
Pinpoints of light that are the guide.

Stars twinkling overhead
Bearing witness to the power
Love is all we got

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I PROMISE I WON'T SHOW IT TO NOBODY) LET'S MAKE A PORNO PART DEUCE
A LIL MUSIC TO SET THE MOOD...
https://youtu.be/fvYfMCHG0Vo

Baby... I want to film you naked.
Let me make love to you with this camera?
I can... Oh wow.
Take off that t shirt, them panties.
Now, lay back for Big Daddy and let me see that pussy.
Spread them legs...
Oh my gawd!
Rub that phat pussy.
I love the way your nipples get hard.
The way you moan.
Shit bout to drive me crazy.
Let me kiss it?
Mmmm, your pussy tastes so good.
Hold this camera and point it down here so I can see how it looks when I eat of you.
Mmmm.
You like that don't you?
Being a bad girl.
See how it looks when I spank that clit with my dick?
When I rub it between your pussy lips.
Look at how they grip my head.
Give me that camera so you can see how it looks when I slide in.
When I pull out.
See how that pussy holds this dick?
Damn that pussy is good.
Got my whole dick wet.
Turn yo ass over and let that pussy hang.
Let me put the camera over here and turn this way.
I am gonna show you why you turn me on.
Why that phat juicy pussy got me spellbound.
I like it when you holler.
Makes me spank dat ass and pull your hair.
Makes me grab them titties and pull you back.
That pussy so good.
Damn I love it when you cum... When you drip wet.
Damn that pussy is good baby!
Got me feeling my nut... I love to beat that pussy.
Oh fuck I'm bout to cum!
I'm gonna spray your tits and your face ass watch it dribble down your stomach and into your pussy hair... Your lips.
I love it when you play in that cum.
Rub it in.
This is bout the best porno film ever made.
Let me put it on the t.v. so you can see how beautiful that pussy looks to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE BOOK OF BEING SWEPT AWAY) INSPIRED BY DONETTA AND TRISHA
THE SOUND OF BEING SWEPT AWAY...
https://youtu.be/KZHSR5VG0uU

The dawn breaking could not be more lovely than thou when thy open thine eyes.
I so swept away by the liquid depths of thy brown iris's.
Sun spackled sheets as the new day is born.
The flutters of my heart threatening to take me spiraling away.
A starship traveling in the deepest space.
The cry of a newborn babe a most lovely tone and I suspended find tears cascading down my wrinkled face.
Memories of times past.
I so lost in the beauty that is you that the universal becomes transparent as lace in a breeze.
Softer than water trickling upon mine hand.
The years melting away... Time non-existent as we reborn become infinite.
I having knowledge of you in the very darkest corners of my heart where my makings are.
I a seed in my grandfather... I a child in the future.
I freshly formed in the chambers of Allah...
I a moment after revelations.
This life but a predecessor to I a ripple in the flow... a whisper of dna.
Sun rising on your chocolate and I...
I m but a speck watching the glorious display.

(LOVE, A DOG, AND I) INSPIRED BY AND DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES
THE SOUND AS I, LOVE AND A DOG STROLL DOWN THE DIRT ROAD...
https://youtu.be/XW1HNWqdVbk

Love and I were taking a stroll... My friend dog sniffing the weeds and looking for her arch enemy squirrel would stop every so often and perk her ears, sniff the air.
Love I said why has thou been so hard on me, I am but one man?
Love took a moment and picked up a rock, Love turned the rock over in his hand and showed it to me.
See this rock? Love asked.
I nodded.
This rock is what your heart would be if you did not know me.
It is emotionless and aspires to nothing.
It only moves when it is disturbed by the passing car or truck... By my hand.
This rock cares not if I crack it into a million pieces or if I fling it away.
At that love took the rock and hurled it away it hit the railroad tracks with a ping and settled among the other rocks.
Love asked me, Could you find that rock right now among the many other rocks.
I answered, No.
Exactly, Love said as we continued to walk.
I was not fully satisfied by Love's answer and I asked Love, Love I have met women and spoken your name to them, told them of how I and you would give our all to them... Even when they hurt me I stayed with them... In your name Love I stayed.
Love continued to look into the distance and said, Would you give up the good times you had in my name?
The kisses... The sex?
The children that were born?
I said, Of course not.
Love said, Those things were lessons to show you that you were capable of knowing me just as the pain you felt let you know the same.
If not for those things you would not be who you are today.
When you called on me today I felt you.
You want to know me again... Nay you already have spoken of me to someone.
You have whispered of me in the bright light of day, the darkness of night.
You have professed me undying have you not?
Yes, I said.
I continued, But love I am afraid.
What if once again you fade away and I am left to wander alone?
The purgatory of not having you again where I in limbo wander among man incomplete.
Love picked up another rock and asked of me, Would you rather be this rock?
I answered, Of course not.
Love looked at me and in his eyes I saw the billions as they swirled in his irises... I have shown you trust and betrayal, hate and lust.
I have shown you the agony of loss and have given you the joy of having...I have made you stand strong in weak moments and made you face things you would not have faced any other way.
Would you callously throw this lessons away.
Again I answered, No.
Love smiled, I rather enjoy the smell of honeysuckle in bloom.
Love and I continued our conversation as dog sniffed the bushes and marked her spots.
I so glad to see Love again cherished his presence and asked of him questions whose answers I already knew.
Love again had come into my life.
Master and student we conversed.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY