(FORBIDDEN NARCOCKTIC) A HOT AND STEAMY COLLAB FEATURING SUMMAIYAH RESHARD
THE MUSIC AS WE RIDE AND SLIDE...
https://youtu.be/Rm9u5jN2z_w

Sumaiyah
My belly is hot with fever from loving you; torn finger nails scratch eye lids, bleeding from rain
The sweetness of my tongue, you long for, that will never know true love; you’d rather live in pain
He watches me, marking my moves like a chess piece, me his queen, him the affable king of my desires
His lips pressed through screen, finding the circular motion of my nipples, my hips grinding, finger to clit on fire
Chocolate melting between buttery cream thighs, back arches as his stallion stands at full attention, inside my walls
The oil that runs down his beard, when he walks by me lingers on my lips, for him I’ll gladly taste it all
Cum in me like peaches, dripping nectar from your instructor, that needs no introduction, only a little relief
Sweat runs down his chest like, ice cubes soaked in rum, at night I dance with the commander in chief.

JERALD

My brain burns with the knowledge of you... Burns on skin scabbed over... Sweet salty sweat dripping down.
The manipulations of my fingertips that make you cry, moan and beg, love such a distant memory, my pain my friend.
I like lion in wait, eying you the prey, you the lioness, the object of my erect desires.
Nibbles on your plump juicy nipples, head of my manhood rubbing between nether lips as your clit stands tall... Quaking as our flesh becomes one, thick ass thigh high to the sky, I knocking at the castles gates, I rocking from side to side and caressing your walls.
The dribbles of my precum on the sides of her mouth, her smell as I reminiscence, I would eat her in her sleep.
Cum so that I may drink of your juice so comparable to the elixir drank by the pharaohs of ancient times, I have always known thy taste, time and time again for to much is not enough.
In the vastness of space we are the only ones, I having found you, The One.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and SUMMAIYAH RESHARD

(SUCH FANTASTIC THOUGHTS SO CARNALLY DISPLAYED) A COLLAB FEATURING AUTHOR ANJELL AS WOMAN...
THE MUSIC THAT WOULD PLAY AS  AND REALITY MERGE...
https://youtu.be/EUkSZnkptSY

Man
I need you in ways that other men might be afraid to say...
So many things going on in my mind.
You naked tied up and sweaty as I hum on the head of your clit.
You on the side of the road as cars pass by, legs pushed back and begging me to fuck you, begging me to cum in your pussy.
I need you to show me that pussy under the table... Mmmmm I want to kiss that.
Dick all swollen in my pants.
Precum stain.
Woman you got me wet.

Woman
This this the wettest pussy you'll ever get.
I don't want to hide the way I feel for you.
Forget about under the table.
Want to spread it for all eyes to see.
Place me on the hood of your car.
Deep strokes the center of your wildest dreams.
Wetness dripping down my thighs.
You teasing me slowly with your tongue.
My fingers occupied manipulating the hardness of your girth.
Begging you loudly to devour me.
Make it burn.

Man
Come my dear let me take you to that place where your fantasies and mine become reality,
I swelling your pussy lips and tingling your jutting clit.
Ride me as I suck both your nipples and pull you down on this dick... All the way to the back walls of your womb... Juice of you that runs down my balls and wets the ground.
We could be caught at any minute... Such a wickedly divine thought that I feel my nut as it swells in the base of my balls, as it boils in my belly.

Woman
With me all fantasies would no longer be that but reality.
Wanting my swollen pussy to taste the fullness of you.
Hard dick and full balls banging on the outsides of my lips.
Begging to be blessed by the wetness of me.
And I'm flying.
Spiralling into thoughts of your dictation.
Wanting the full length of your member to punish me.
Your hard fucking dick to make me kneel.

Man
I pounding that pussy from the back.
You belong to me... Your pussy is mine.
I will take it in the strangest places, my hand over your mouth  to keep you from crying out.
I punishing you as I slap your ass cheeks and pull your hair.
I and this thick meat that juts out in search of the way.
So heavy, so heavy.
Follow the pink road... Follow the pink road.
You the path to my release.
Letting me reenact my deepest fantasies.

Woman
Hmm my pussy is yours you say.
Would you give me that release that I so crave?
Wanting you day and night while my pussy gets wet for your words.
Hungry for your dick.
Such torture.
Wanting you to bite the hardness of my nipples, my clit visibly seen through my lace black panties
They pulled to the side.
Crotch wet wanting your dick to make me explode
Now I'm so wet losing control.

Man
Scream baby scream.
Cum on this dick... Cum on this dick.
Oh my fucking...
Here I cum!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY And Author Anjell

(MASTER BLAST ATION)
THE DROP... THE DROP...
https://youtu.be/PU6SLKCvbzM

Let me see you rub it, head cocked to the side as I look at you coyly.
Touch that thang for me, lay back and expose the layers for me.
You need this just like I do, you deserve to be the object of my adulation.
Let me see what you do to that clit for later I will use that format when I  tongue lash you.
Play with your petals as I rub the tree, its roots.
A breath drawn across my lips, my teeth.
You looking so delectable to me, connoisseur perusing the particular lines... Your pheromonic displacement as it in droplets to small to be seen permeates my psyche.
I who would be Silver back, I who would be Lion, I and I a roar.
Open up and make it wet, so damp and I, I ummmm.
So fucking lost in the physical presence that is you.
Make it cum for you, make it cum for me.
A shudder... A whewww.
Trembles that ripple your flesh, I liking the erotic, sensual feminine beast that I see lying orgasmically enthralled before me release on the brown skin of your belly.
I just wanna see... Let me, just, see.

(A-MUSE)
THE SOUND OF MAN AMUSED...

I man peeping thine artistry... I man fixated pon thee royalty... I man dwelling in the darkest of thy levels.
You got me feeling some kind of way, jittery and flying free.
Nothing like a black queen, I blessed would kiss you in and on every crease and fold... find me in your stretch marks where I seek knowledge... Roads, rivers trails that lead to thine forest.
I peruse of thee.
If I were sculptor I would render you black and nude in all your regality.
A sight to behold in 4017 as an artist studies the simplistic-complexity that is you.
Your breath captured in stone and breathed across eons as testimony.
Museums featuring you as the prototypical and I the artist as visually blessed beyond belief.
Such a splendid thing our tale... Thousands of years and all I see is the way your melanin caresses mine mentality and inspires my intellect.
I a mad genius scribbling these hieroglyphics on a cybernetic screen.
I take a step back.
I peep the science that is thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NATTY ROOTS LOVE DIVERSION)

(NATTY ROOTS LOVE DIVERSION)
THE SOUND... Please listen,
https://youtu.be/y12PlyjCXGA

We entangled grew from hard city streets... I would be king and you hypothetical queen as the world gave us its ass to kiss.
You young tight and fine and me sipping pineapple juice and wine.
We natty and so out of place... I felt you then and I feel you now.
Your face in the clouds, Each raindrop carrying your reflection.
My soul, my soul and wrenching roars.
We entangled as the days they fall away, a mark on the calendar, another year gone.
Cold, warm, hot and fall.
We the roots digging deep, we the branches bearing testament, life in our boughs.
We entangled and my love would feed forests, My love would fall from trees to provide food for thought to wandering tribes of our people.
Pollen in the air as I share my love with you... Take it, take it.
A shudder and a sigh.
I wiping mine eye as these linguistics causeth I to weep.
Begging, begging.
Entangle me...
Entangle me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DROP EVERYTHANG)
THE SOUND AS ALL IS LAID DOWN..
https://youtu.be/7yGMQYH39WY

You though you knew me seconds before I shifted and transformed... I son of sun born of the hard project grounds... Prison of the scorned.
You thought you could pass judgement pon I rising from the ashes a dragon... Phoenix standing feminine by my scaly sides.
We scorching the very earth with our very words... Metaphors and adverbs, banging bass beats that bounce, bounce, bounce the masses... Sparking fires that burn into the night as bodies sweaty dance tribalistically... Shadows cast pon the trees.
You thought you could suppress the melanin that contained in skin absorbs cosmic emanations and feeds them to the pineal being he... I and I arise Nazarene... Seen?
Notty heart, notty mind, notty me, I Lion roaring trembles and quaking trees leaves... Nature and I and I onenity as clouds parting shine rays pon my bald head... Wisdom of the ancients and scourge of the illuminati reigning supreme as the days grow stranger and stranger... Fools dying of thirst in a sea of knowledge and refusing to drink... Simplicity as freedom dangles, Shackles and penitentiary chink, chink chinking on concrete and tile, carpeted courtroom floors... Freedom dangling from the judge pon pulpits hand, from preacher pon pulpits hand... One book to swear on, one book to salvation...
You thought you had me figured out till you realised I had figured out the game plan.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OH HOW I WISH IT WOULD RAIN)
THE MODE OF TRANSPORT.
PLEASE LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/6BOp6p4fdoE

Raindrops...
That's what comes to mind when I smell your sex.
Ozone in the air as your wetness permeates and saturates the layers of my atmosphere.
I the planet waiting to receive your life giving moisture on the surface of my tongue.
I the tree standing tall in anticipation.
Droplets becoming the torrential downpour.
I in the puddles frolicking and cavorting, I do so love the rain.
Water so cleansing as it washes away the tiredness and the dirt of the day.
Raindrops.
They glistening in the hairs of my beard and shining on my fingertips.
I placing them under my nostrils and taking a whiff.
Mmmmmm.
The smell and it takes me away and I just wanna play.
I just wanna splash and I grow so thick and strong, the roots of me soaking up the nourishment and sending signals to my trunk.
The pollen flowing through my whole being.
The pollen threatening to cover everything.
It wanting to be freed so that it may pollinate the crops of your fields.
So much that it would run as rivers down your thighs.
So long having lain dormant behind the dam, so rhetorical this symphony of letters and syllables.
I needing the rain so.
A dance to bring it pouring from your clouds.
I looking at you and perusing these things.
Raindrops.
Hmmmmm.
Let me smell your sex.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY