Invocation of the Goddess of Love

Aphrodite, Ishtar,
Filter through me.
Make me head to toe a goddess.
I wash my hair. I brush it through.
I anoint my hair with costly jasmine.
Make it silken strands for the fingers of my lover.
He will willingly drown in my hair.
He will cover it with kisses.
I wash my face and sweeten my breath.
Make my face as the unfurling rose,
Beautiful to him,
My cheeks as rose petals against his skin.
See, lover, I have soft, full lips to kiss you.
My mouth is as red as the mouth of Venus herself,
And with it I will whisper sweet words to you,
And kiss you,
And love you.
I make my body clean and scent it with perfumed oils.
Lady, make my body more pleasing to my lover than jewels,
More dazzling than the sun at noontime.
I shall be the warmth of the sunshine to his touch.
I shall be the sweetness of honey to his mouth.
I shall envelop him, Goddess to God,
And as I worship him, he shall worship me.
So mote it be.