Hathor – Let Pleasure Be Your Prayer

They told you to be small and sweet

To cross your legs and hide your heat

But I was born to spin in gold

To dance, to bloom, to not be told

I laugh in silk, I drink the sun

My joy's rebellion just begun

I am not less because I shine

This body, soul, and spark are mine

Let pleasure be your prayer tonight

Let softness be your sacred right

You are the bloom, the beat, the flame

You don't need pain to earn your name

Your joy's not weakness—it's your crown

So pour your light and let it drown

The guilt, the fear, the shame you wore

You were meant for something more

I do not beg to be adored

I walk, and empires are restored

The curve of hips, the sound of breath

Are altars they forget in death

You are the temple and the wine

The wild rose blooming out of time

Hathor is not a dream you chase

She is the mirror of your grace

Touch is holy, smile is brave

The sacred lives in how you crave

Desire is not yours to hide

It's how your soul says: I'm alive

Let pleasure be your prayer, divine

Let every laugh and gasp be mine

Don't dim your glow for bitter eyes

You are the sun they can't disguise

So sway your hips, and raise your head

You are the hymn they long to wed

You're not too much—you are the key

To joy, to love, to being free