Temple Priestess Venus

Meet Venus, She, who comes from the Empire of Love

Not marble, not myth but flesh and blood
An earthly flame with celestial glow.
Love lives in her smile, yes
Her mouth alive with self-knowledge
Eyes hold oceans—calm, storm and endless depth.

Her beauty is not just petals and light,
But the strength to walk with you through ash.
She holds both honey and salt
Both tenderness and spine
She knows the language of longing.

In her presence, shame melts into silken touch.
Hearts unfasten. The whole body hums.
To be near her is to feel seen.
Know that love need not be chased—only received
And suddenly, you bloom.