[ DROPS] A COLLAB FEATURING TEASPOON DE PECULIAR TREASURE

[ DROPS] A COLLAB FEATURING TEASPOON DE PECULIAR TREASURE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DROP OF A DROP...
http://youtu.be/c2JCCEZlXjs


Jerald Murphy -Introduction-■ Can I have a drop of your drop... those words that filter in and out of the matter of your brain. The water of a thousand puddles as I stand drenched in your rain with eyes cast to the skies of our poetic sanity. A moment suspended in your inky depths where the blues are so deep... trailing off into black. Come and invigorate me with the fluid of your nature... can I have a drop of your drop?


Teaspoon De Peculiar Treasure■ My drops are tears stained from the pain that remains from the view of the complicated that is so plain it is outdated. Like a blank piece of paper walled white eggshell. How are you able to notice my motifs & answer my what ifs? And really be able to tell? Written out of the inkpots spilled from the inkwells. Taking a drink from the deepest of wells. Like Noah locked away in the ocean's floor deep in a whale. I am so sick that I am not well. But well traveled kind of beveled as I babble on like a stoneybrook. Glad to be earthbound from what I thought was heaven’s nook. I was really held by hell forsook. The drop fell when I shook. I close my eyes b/c I am afraid to look. Look down & all around cuz I never been this high. Surrounded by cumulus & cirrus clouds in the sky. That divide inside & out also conclude in multitude to multiply. I swear I saw angels the cherubim & seraphim fly by. It felt like I surrendered to slowly die. So my tear drops won't drip dry from lack of supply.

• Teaspoon De Peculiar Treasure■ But run freely b/c of joy you employ. Working so diligently once a man twice a boy. I blush b/c you make me turn into a little girl so coy. Like the color of sequoia

■All from the backdrops Real as in no photoshop. You touch me like apps. I can easily adapt. In or out of season from the wild habitat. You are the quiet after the storms or the worldwinds final stop.

■We can't help but connect even when the winds redirect .You possess the components of all elements the complete 4 set. Making my water do whatever you wanted when wet. Like wind songs It stays on my mind. So I will never forget!




JEARALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND TEASPOON DE PECULIAR TREASURE

[BE MY MODEL] EROTICALLY CHARGED

[BE MY MODEL] EROTICALLY CHARGED

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. AS ALWAYS YOU BETTA LISTEN UP...

http://youtu.be/J4DAhHRxiKI

Its apparent that you know that I like it shy but rough... pull those panties down and model for me.

Show me the magnitude of your skin... all of it... folds, creases and the inside of your outside.

If I seem a little nasty its cause you have invaded the peripherals of my pheromonic harmonics.

I can taste you on the buds of my taste receptors... I can feel you wrapped around the hardness of my thick ass dick.

Let me tone it down a little bit... the beast wants to grab you and push your legs up... invade the pink and pretty of you.

Baby sit back and let me see...

Ahhhh.... a sigh esapes as I peek from hooded eyes... those thighs... those thighs.

Lay back and talk to me, I want to hear your voice as you show me what I like to see... Look into your eyes as I spank your ass cheeks and squeeze your breasts...

Damn I gotta check the beast again cause I fear he has been roused from the slumber of his erotic sleep... wet dreams and room filling screams as he pounds at the walls of your womb.

Spastic convulsions cause he likes to see you when you cum... wet with sweat, wet with dew, wet the bed for me.

Damn the insatiable beast!

Trying to be romantic as I see you in that little skirt... 

Model for me.

[LET ME SEE IT]

[LET ME SEE IT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/MRk9DEsSM1Q

Here I am spinning out of control wondering what surprises you have in store for me... imagining you naked in a spun dream gleaming with the dew of morning... as intricate as a spiderweb.
I go hard in these definitions of African femininity as the dust settles on the floor of this jungle of thoughts and becomes the dirt from which we are made... birthed anew in the passion of our lust which burns on the horizon like a fire... casting a red glow into the darkness of space.
Here I am contemplating the shape of your booty when it is freed from the confines of those jeans... your breasts as they cascade over the confines of your blouse... ahhhh to see your tattoo.
You are more than the equivalent of all the sums of all the fucked up mathematics as it is taught in western schools... white queens in Egypt... white queens on the arms of prophets... some right wing propaganda told to soothe the savage beast.
Here I am looking at the expanse of your beautiful black skin as it makes me swoon in wondering wonder as I lay on a beach in the warming sun of my mentality...spinning out and into control...
Dizzy as I spin lazily in the aura of you...
Mmm.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY