Mistress of Nerves

A slow regeneration
from the unbearable ache
of Blue Monday
plummeting me
to a weakened state
taking days to rally back
from the defeat
of these mortal complications
begging to be returned
to visions of bliss
only felt in the connection
of that breathtaking kiss
that spirals into
a warming of the soul
tackling the twinges of pain
begging to be exorcised
in the effervescent radiance
of your intemperate desire
to fuck me slow
lulling me into a stable rhythm
to keep me embedded
in the saturation
of the Goddess energy
that never fails
to entice the nerves
to spike
then settle.