Niealie Petit Poems

Music Man,
Music Man,
Play a tune for me.
...

Pleasureful agony bridges both pain and delight.
Surges of excruciatingly enjoyable exhaustion
overtake us complete.
What is his, is now mine, and I give all without
...

Love me as you like;
Kiss me,
Twist me,
All is fair,
...

The Killing Time,
The Killing Hour,
No More Sun,
No More Flowers.
...

His presence haunts my soul,
like the quiet that consumes a deaf man's ears
or the warmth that blankets a long summer's night.
...

Stuck still & dumb-struck,
I dive into the depths of his soul,
I swim there unopposed.
...

What I want is simple, natural,
& nice.

What I want is warm, rough,
...