Lust is Venus.
“Hot under the collar.”
For love is such a gruesome thing, she feels none for any one. Though she sits amongst the heavens casting jealousy into the hearts of her brothers and sisters. She is so beautiful her radiance even warrants notice of her prideful sister, an unrivalled feat. But beauty is nothing if it can’t be used, and use she does. For she has desires that can be sated, hungers that can’t be satisfied. And her dissatisfaction is the chagrin of all her many companions. She takes no lovers, no husbands, no wives. She is uninterested in settling down or having children. She burns with a different kind of delight, so hot under the collar.