To my libra woman:
You taste like yin and talk like yang. You are not mortal, you are pleasure personified on a throne, in the corner among green palms. You’re exotic and you’re home. You have rubies bleeding from your neck.
She was born when the Sun was in Libra,
Charming, beautiful, full of vibrant air,
Being a child of Venus she shines in the heavens,
Enjoys art and music, admires loveliness,
Goddess of Love blessed her with fairness,
With her elegance and grace
She floats like a princess.
She is an artist, musician or gifted poetess.
Sensual, passionate, dazzling and seductive,
Mostly “In love with love”.
Poem by Brooke solis and ankin timurian drawing by @bellahadream