{THE NAKED VARIATIONS OF YOUR NUBIANITY} AN EXHIBIT

{PLAIN AND SIMPLE} BABY I'M TALKING TO YOU

{PLAIN AND SIMPLE} BABY I'M TALKING TO YOU
FIRST OF ALL THESE PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO ACCOMMODATE A PICTURE THAT A DEAR FRIEND AND READER SENT ME. HER NAME IS LUCINA QUASHIE AND I COULDN'T USE IT HERE SO YOU HAVE TO GO TO BLOGSPOT TO SEE THE ORIGINAL PIC...
ALLRIGHTY THEN, THE MUSIC...


I lost in the what I would do to you... The wherewithall of the situation...
Baby you got my nerves jingling... Feels like butterfly wings caressing my skin...
I falling into and out of your eyes and the brown variations of your skin...
The blacks and pinks of you.
I gotta getmesome of you, so imperative that it pounds... it pounds.
I hang heavy thinking of you.
My brain and my manhood...
A most beautiful and funktabulous thang to behold... somma dat holy queen scroll cause that's where I see you as you naked and full undulate for me.
I being born to appreciate the exact nature of you... your particular personality... You in your thin and your thickness.
The scroll on your belly.
A white dove released into my atmospheres taking wing and flying out of sight...
I smell of thine pheromone's across all these miles and I just want to see... I gotta see.
Need so deep I feel it in my tiniest bone... deep in my love jones.
When you lick your lips I ache cause I wanna taste your tongue... Every single time.
A riddle, a rhyme, the enigma...
Such a savage conundrum as it plays out time and time again in so many different ways... we naked and exposed.
I wanting you and you wanting me while love calls our names and we touch each other trying to find relief...
Some release.
My hands entwined in your natural hair and trying to get you to see the me in my eyes.
The absolute dothedo.
The black of my blue..,
I will have you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY