Gemini’s Offering by Moonlight in Mercury’s GardenI stood at..
Added 2025-04-02 20:50:42 +0000 UTCGemini’s Offering by Moonlight in Mercury’s Garden
I stood at a garden’s edge
The moon rippling across stone and skin
Locked in play with the twins
While the messenger lingered, drinking it in.
The god of thresholds
Of clever fingers and silvered speech
He watches, filled with pleasure
As the twins drip in honey and skin glazed in moonlight
The moon leans in, curious
The twins already tangled,
Their tongues the altar,
The threshold between the realms of magic and the mundane
And Mercury…
he lingers at the edge
watching, waiting, witnessing
There is no touch here
Just teasing with questions instead of hands
With glances sharp as blades, soft as petals
And suddenly the first move is made
Not through touch, but through the spoken word
It comes through a whisper at the nape
Through breath that opens the caverns below
This isn’t about bodies—yet.
This is how the word can part your thighs
How the sacred breath can leave you aching
This is what happens when the mind turns you on first
What happens when your opening comes not through touch
But through the whisper of longings,
The breath of an activated voice on your neck, in your ears
Today is for the worship of voice
Where curiosity is foreplay
And storytelling is sacred
Let the messenger speak to the place inside you
That’s never been seen
Let him tease your thoughts
Until they come apart in his hands
It’s Wednesday
the moon is in Gemini
And I’m in the mood
To be read like a book
Written with your breath upon the spine of my surrender
Like a holy threesome watched
In the wild garden of my skin
The messenger god is now welcomed in ☾
