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 GardenI stood at a garden’s edgeThe moon rippling across stone and skinLocked in play with the twinsWhile the messenger lingered, drinking it in.The god of thresholdsOf clever fingers and silvered speechHe watches, filled with pleasureAs the twins drip in honey and skin glazed in moonlightThe moon leans in, curiousThe twins already tangled, Their tongues the altar,The threshold between the realms of magic and the mundaneAnd Mercury…he lingers at the edge watching, waiting, witnessingThere is no touch hereJust teasing with questions instead of handsWith glances sharp as blades, soft as petalsAnd suddenly the first move is madeNot through touch, but through the spoken wordIt comes through a whisper at the napeThrough breath that opens the caverns belowThis isn’t about bodies—yet.This is how the word can part your thighsHow the sacred breath can leave you achingThis is what happens when the mind turns you on firstWhat happens when your opening comes not through touchBut through the whisper of longings, The breath of an activated voice on your neck, in your earsToday is for the worship of voiceWhere curiosity is foreplayAnd storytelling is sacredLet the messenger speak to the place inside youThat’s never been seenLet him tease your thoughtsUntil they come apart in his handsIt’s Wednesday the moon is in GeminiAnd I’m in the mood To be read like a bookWritten with your breath upon the spine of my surrenderLike a holy threesome watchedIn the wild garden of my skinThe messenger god is now welcomed in ☾
