(OF EMPRESSES AND WARRIORS) A COLLAB FEATURING LATRICIA MAZYCK
THE MUSIC FOR THIS COLLAB…
Latricia Mazyck
My Liege, what wonderful scribe passeth through thy pen and ‘Twas InKed on textured paper… Embedded within this scribe is the love that poureth from thy own heart…
Jerald Murphy
Ahhhh Latricia most fair.
Thy words burn in mine soul and causeth mine eyes to well with water at the heat of their scorching flames…
The breezes of thee… Fanning… Fanning.
Sending them sweeping with urgency across mine planes.
Thank thee empress.
Latricia Mazyck
Thy welcome cometh toward thine castle o’er yonder… swiftly it cometh to blanket thee with warmth and pure love from mine own heart to thee My Liege…
Jerald Murphy
I cover mine self with thy softest fleece and find myself comforted in a cold hard word…
I on knee accept thy welcome willingly fair maiden…
Daughter of kings.
I a warrior of flesh and blood cloaked in thy comfort becometh invincible
Latricia Mazyck
Alas! My breath is taken aback as I let out a soft-toned moan…
My cheeks a-flamed in a milk-chocolated blush;
which is apparent whilst a yawn surfaces itself from deep within… Involuntarily I acquiesce…
Slowly as my blood becomes cooler in my veins
For the heat overwhelmed me without warning…
Ebony eyes twinkle in unison with the Moonlight… A smile softly tip-toes across my face…
Jerald Murphy
I find myself slain in the depths of loves dungeon…
Willing prisoner to your manipulations as you are to mine.
I so lost as thee causeth my head to swell…
I swoon in loss of blood to my receptive brain.
Thou art the most and I lost sigh as I sink into thy folds.
Mmmmm.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND Latricia Mazyck
THE MUSIC FOR THIS COLLAB…
Latricia Mazyck
My Liege, what wonderful scribe passeth through thy pen and ‘Twas InKed on textured paper… Embedded within this scribe is the love that poureth from thy own heart…
Jerald Murphy
Ahhhh Latricia most fair.
Thy words burn in mine soul and causeth mine eyes to well with water at the heat of their scorching flames…
The breezes of thee… Fanning… Fanning.
Sending them sweeping with urgency across mine planes.
Thank thee empress.
Latricia Mazyck
Thy welcome cometh toward thine castle o’er yonder… swiftly it cometh to blanket thee with warmth and pure love from mine own heart to thee My Liege…
Jerald Murphy
I cover mine self with thy softest fleece and find myself comforted in a cold hard word…
I on knee accept thy welcome willingly fair maiden…
Daughter of kings.
I a warrior of flesh and blood cloaked in thy comfort becometh invincible
Latricia Mazyck
Alas! My breath is taken aback as I let out a soft-toned moan…
My cheeks a-flamed in a milk-chocolated blush;
which is apparent whilst a yawn surfaces itself from deep within… Involuntarily I acquiesce…
Slowly as my blood becomes cooler in my veins
For the heat overwhelmed me without warning…
Ebony eyes twinkle in unison with the Moonlight… A smile softly tip-toes across my face…
Jerald Murphy
I find myself slain in the depths of loves dungeon…
Willing prisoner to your manipulations as you are to mine.
I so lost as thee causeth my head to swell…
I swoon in loss of blood to my receptive brain.
Thou art the most and I lost sigh as I sink into thy folds.
Mmmmm.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND Latricia Mazyck
