(I WANNA WET YOU UP)
THE SOUND OF OUR LUST...
https://youtu.be/4g-YA3G36WI

Everytime I see you I feel like I'm on fire.
Pretty brown eyes and creamy skin.
I want to fuck you right now.
Leave you glistening in sweat and juicy cream.
I would love to lay you down and lick the insides of your thighs, kiss your pussy lips and suck on your clit.
I need that shit.
I wanna taste your beginnings.
Make you gushy and wet.
Make your eyes grow wide as your orgasm surges through your body.
Damn I need that shit.
I need to push your legs back to your head and make your pussy stand out.
Spank it with my dick head and feel the splatter of your wet.
💦💦💦💦
I need to feel that.
Listen to you moan, whimper and cry as I slide my dick in and suck on your nipples.
Push it as deep as it can go and suck on your tongue.
Fuck you till you grow hoarse.
Turn you over and fuck you from the back as you suck on my finger and press your ass cheeks against my stomach.
Juice dripping down so wet wet . 💦💦💦💦
Let you ride this dick and flood my nuts with your cream.
I am so absorbed in this lust.
You got me so fucked up, I wanna fuck that pussy, stand up and lick it and beat that pussy again.
Make you wet and slick.
Leave you covered in my cum as you rub it into your skin.
All I see when I look at you is wet.
You make me wanna skeet.
💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MEMORIES)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/Q88VSlzeAZQ

You remind me of sunshine, the bright rays of dawn.
Birds singing in and chirping in the boughs of trees, fish swimming in shimmering water.
As always I allude to the flower, petals encasing so many parts, known,  yet still a mystery.
So much potential, for flower bears more flowers.
You remind me of rain, so soft, the cleansing of skin and soul.
A moment in your showers as they wash over my being.
Waves of euphoria taking me to other planes.
Wet and beautiful eyes.
You remind me that I got a duty to do, no matter how perceived.
Somebody got to be the bearer.
Everytime I look pon thy form I am reminded of these simply complex things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHAT NOW???)
THE SOUNDTRACK... So integral to the telling of a story....
https://youtu.be/lRD8Xw9zyxM

These times they are a trying.
Racism perpetuated yet ignored.
The children suffering greatly as the greedy suck the poor.
Dirty water in the inner cities as armed gangs patrol the streets.
Codes of blue, green and brown.
Get down... Police!
Another dead body lying on the ground.
Armed gangs leave the house... Gonna fuck up a nigga tonight!
Don't matter which side they are against us.
Preachers, teachers and the back of the bus.
These times and a man could spout all day and night of the injustice... Of the just-us.
Two tears in a bucket and motherfuck it... All this shit a make a man blow the fuck up.
Spit motherfucking fire from his tongue, sever the ties that bind with it's sharpened sides, slice it's jugular with well directed adverbs and verbs... Metaphorically and literally rip the foundations from the systems sandy ground.
Fall to his knees from the exertion.
These times...
These times...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{RE-CREATION} SENRYU

{RE-CREATION} SENRYU
THE SOUND FOR THIS ONE...
https://youtu.be/PyqEFlJBxiU

{FIRST LIGHT}
Her skin soft as rain
Eyes birthed of earths first firelight
Nappy pubic hair

{DAWNING}
Her essence morning
The deepest darkest blackness
Time slows down for she

{FRAGRANTLY}
He man mesmerized
Her scent hanging suspended
He riding along

{FLUID}
She is the ocean
Her hips swaying are the waves
Her skin tones the land

{INSPIRATION}
Man making landfall
Sinking hard into her layers
Opening portals

{ATTAINED}
Synchronous orbit
Together they are the stars
Cosmically free

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

https://youtu.be/lVPLIuBy9CY

(She)
She the sweetest scent
So reminiscent of birth
Red clay, cool water

(Born)
Forged from intense heat
Creator breathed deep pon she
Such delicacy

(Awakened)
He waking glimpsed she
His heart beating in his chest
Wonder in his eyes

(Knowledge)
Seasons flowing by
They huemanity so free
All good things must end

(YOU WANNA SHOW ME... DON'T YOU?)
THE SOUND AS I GOLDEN TONGUE, SPEAK ENTICINGLY...
https://youtu.be/gcoiZSH6vfI

Mmmm...
Let me see...
Come on baby, just a wee peek.
Be my inspiration, my private little freak, show that  juicy lil punani to me.
Got me all up in this zone,  got my hard hanging down my leg.
I know you want to.
Don't you?
Yeahhhh... I can see it in your eyes.
I can hear it in your voice.
You know you want to show me that fat punani.
You know you wanna rub that punani for me.
Don't you?
I can tell by how you lick your lips, how you squeeze your thighs together.
I hear how you are breathing, you want to so bad.
I promise it will stay between us, baby I am so discreet.
Ain't nobody gone know our little secret, not unless you want them to.
I really don't give a fuck cause everyone knows bout me.
I am punani loving beast, I am punani loving freak, I love the taste of wiggling punani meat.
Come on baby, pull up that skirt and show me your secret.
Such pretty skin.
Mmmmmmm.
Pull em to the side.
Oh my!
Damn.
So lovely.
Rub it for beast, so wet, so glistening.
Got me fucked up.
You like that... The way I kiss it?
Mmmmmmm... Tastes so damn good.
Let me hush...
Mmmmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LOVE LIFE AND THE BLINDING LIGHT)
THE SOUND... IF YOU AIN'T LISTENING YOU AIN'T GETTING THE WHOLE PICTURE...
https://youtu.be/jjmRSyOhbhA

One day a man awoke, he had been asleep for so long, years in fact.
Even though he walked and talked during these years it mattered not.
He moved in slumber.
The horrible effect of not knowing love had put a veil over his eyes.
It had cast him into a place so dark that it suspended his animation, frozen him as his shell continued to hurtle through the masses of humanity he encountered on his journey.
Love, and it's light filtered through the brown of his irises, as it fleeting rubbed against the surface of his ship.
A capsule slicing through the depths of his inner spaces.
He so lonesome a stranger in the midst of so much activity.
He secretly wondering how so many found love, he dreaming of it in his fantasies.
In the throes of REM, the most fervent time when his eyelids fluttered frantically.
Love and he cried out, nightmares and visions as he alone ran down halls where the walls closed in.
Became his trap.
Love and he became wary of it as he wandered, eyes open yet closed.
The doors of his ship tightly closed, no admittance, always a wary eye.
One day upon entering a solar system he was awakened by love, it gently stroking him as it lifted the veil from his eyes, kissed his cheek.
Love informed him that he was at the last stage of his travels, that he must try again.
He brave felt fear, he strong felt weak.
He questioned love... "How?"
Love looked him in his eyes and said "Stand."
He swung his feet to the floor as love fading blew him a kiss, it a hologram.
He opened the door of his vessel, light pouring in welcomed him.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY