A Hymn to the Divine Feminine

A Hymn to the Divine Feminine

O, Mistress of Desire, whose touch ignites the soul,

Your beauty, a celestial fire, makes spirits whole.

From realms of ecstasy, you descend to earth,

A goddess born of passion, a goddess of rebirth.

Your eyes, twin stars that pierce the darkest night,

Illuminate my being with their radiant light.

Your laughter, a melody, sweet and pure and deep,

Calms my troubled spirit, lulls my soul to sleep.

Your form, a masterpiece, divine and fair,

A vision of perfection beyond compare.

Your skin, as soft as velvet, smooth as silk,

A canvas for my longing, a hunger I fulfill.

Your lips, a portal to a world unknown,

A gateway to pleasure, a love zone.

Your kiss, a nectar, sweet and divine,

A taste of paradise, eternally mine.

You weave your magic, a spell that binds my heart,

A love so pure, a love apart.

Your touch, a current, electric and strong,

Carries me away, where I belong.

In your embrace, I find my peace, my bliss,

A moment of eternity, a perfect kiss.

Your love, a flame that burns eternally bright,

A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.

You are the source of all creation, the womb of life,

A goddess of fertility, a force that’s rife.

Your power, immense, a cosmic force unseen,

A mystery, a magic, a dream.

I bow before your altar, a humble supplicant,

A devotee of love, a willing servant.

Your grace, a gift, a blessing from above,

A testament to your endless love.

So let us celebrate your beauty, your grace, your might,

A goddess of desire, a queen of the night.

May your love forever reign, supreme and bold,

A force that shapes the universe, a story yet untold.