Lust for Hathor

Upon the banks of swollen Nile
She may stop and bathe awhile
Underneath the desert sun
Whilst Ra's light does shine on
And catches in her ebon hair
Cascading down skin so fair
The Goddess of the sky above
Hathor, Goddess of great love
Beauty and protector both
The Goddess of abundant growth
A splendour beyond any contest
I resolve to make her my next conquest
As water splashes on bare breast
My heart hammers within my chest
Consort of both men and Gods
A stirring begins within loves pods
She smiles at this mortal man
Knowing well his lustful plan
Displaying her sex as she bathes
Making this man her willing slave
But Hathor picks the who and how
Vanishing, leaving a sacred cow
Perhaps next time I’ll win her prize
Perhaps she’ll stay in human guise
For how this man longs to please
This Egyptian Goddess and perpetual tease.