With Love, Your Goddess

My love,

I pray that as you read this, Rati opens yours eyes wide enough to see my words clearly,

And opens your heart enough that you may feel the desire I have for you.

My fingers may write a mere letter to you this moment,

But my true wish is to write a story of you and I,

A story where we lie underneath the brightness of Venus, shining in the sky,

Your hands, your feet tangled around mine,

Soft, wet lips gently brushing against each other so dearly.

A story where we dance to the sweet rhythms of Beset

Safe and warm in the protection of our home,

Or float on the sweet waters of Oshun,

Carried gently by her sun kissed waves,

Chasing the golden trains of her silk dress,

Reaching to touch just a sparkle of her adornments.

In the summer, Àine will walk us through vast green fields,

Where we can lie, skin to skin, deep in lust,

Isolated and undisturbed,

Breathing in sweat and soaking in smells

Of grass, wildflowers and green bells.

Nothing here is forbidden,

Though we are secretive, we have the blessings of Lofn,

When we run away, we will have a house near the mountains,

Far from the chaos of this world,

Where no one can hear me moan my passion for you

And the children have a vast ground to play in,

Eros bless their births.

I pray we grow as old together

As the ancient tales of Odin and Freya

You seeing only out of one eye,

And me hearing only out of one ear.

I pray when we die, it is together,

Ascending as one to meet our creator,

Or perhaps the darkness of nothing,

Or whatever it may be that lies in the other realm.

All that matters is that you are with me, hands held,

Now I close this letter to you, heart felt,

With Love,

Your Goddess