Today, the world wears pearls.
The sky—brushed in hues of flushed apricot and rose—
sighs in Her language.
It is Friday, after all.
Her day.
Venus’s day.
And the air itself seems to lean closer,
listening for her name.

I rise slower today, on purpose—
skin kissed by linens,
mind dripping with dreams
still clinging to the hem of the astral.

Venus moves not with haste,
but with invitation.
She is the pause between heartbeats.
The gaze that undresses pretense.
The softness that does not shrink from power.
The pleasure that feels like a memory
you weren’t supposed to remember.

Today, I walk as her echo—
every step a brushstroke,
every glance a spell.

I wear scent like armor.
I speak in textures.
I offer no apologies
for my longings,
only open palms
and lush intentions.

Venus, I do not call you from absence.
You are here, always—
in the curve of my hips,
in the notes of my laugh,
in the tears I refuse to shame.

To you I offer:
a cup of rose tea, still warm.
A strand of gold tucked behind my ear.
My quiet reverence
for every kiss that ever tasted like truth.

And still, I ask—

Let today be
a day of beauty unbothered,
of love unlabored,
of gratitude that spills over
like milk and honey under Her gaze.

To the one who teaches me
that devotion can look like
a well-drawn bath,
a perfectly placed “no,”
or a velvet silence—

Venus, I adore thee.
Now and always,
on Fridays and forever.

🌹 Call to the Devoted 🌹

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a memory of moonlit altars, or the ache of untamed longing—
then The Lady Mystic is waiting.

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She’ll read your soul in petals, in symbols, in spells.

✨ Let her guide you deeper—into ritual, reflection, and the mysteries that still whisper your name when the world goes quiet.