The Scorpionic Expression of Desire

Scorpio energy…I know it all too well. Why do I have to feel these things so intensely? Whilst others are off having their flings and flirtations without a care in the world, I feel debilitated by the depth and intensity of my desire. Especially when it sneaks up on me like a thief in the night – without prior warning. The worst part of it is that I never seem to have any choice in the matter. It’s raw. Untamed. Private. It’s a diamond desire that doesn’t want to seen and yet silently and patiently yearns for the day that it will be discovered.

Red hot heat. Blood rushing to my ears. I don’t like this feeling, but there’s something about it that excites me. Something deliciously primal. Good thing I have long voluminous hair or he’d see it. My red ears. And he’d know. And I don’t want him to know. I’m not some giddy school girl. I’m 30. Experienced. Seasoned. So why do I feel this way? The physical reaction is strong. Stronger than it should be. And I have no idea how to fight it – let alone hide it from him. The blood rushes to my face. Heat. On my face. Unlike my ears, this is going to show.

And he’s going to know…

He reaches forward to hug me. I know what I’m supposed to do – but I’m shaky. He feels nice. Warm. Not scary at all. He’s just like I remember. But I feel hot. Too hot. I was fine just a couple of hours ago. In charge. In control. What happened? The heat starts in my ears and moves through my body. He smells nice. I take a deep breath in. It isn’t him I’m afraid of, but myself. Anyone who can tease this hidden energy out of me must be dangerous.

Scorpio energy… Oh Scorpio energy.

I can still remember the first time I saw him. It was in a cliche sea of crowded people. My eyes found him and I couldn’t avert my gaze. Don’t stare. Don’t stare. But I was transfixed. I couldn’t look away. He was tall. Lean. Clean. Neat. Exactly the way I like. That’s the thing with Scorpionic energy. Once we decide you’re what we like, we’re not interested in anything else. You are the sole object of our desire. We cherish you and only you. 

I took a deep breath to steady myself. I hadn’t felt this way in close to a decade. This urge. This primal instinct. This strong involuntary physical reaction that had me feeling and seeing all red. It scared and intrigued me at the same time. I wanted to explore it… But my fear had me frozen inside.  I felt unarmed. Exposed. My inner being out in the open for all to see.

No woman wants to feel this way. Like she’s got no control over herself. Like she has no choice but to surrender because she simply can’t resist the avalanche of her emotions. You just can’t fight something that’s so deeply interwoven into the fabric of you.

That’s the scary thing about Scorpio energy. Once desire is born into this world, it cannot be destroyed, no matter how hard you try. It can only be harnessed and transformed. I couldn’t wish away this desire even if I wanted to – I can try and get a lid on it, but it’s only a matter of time before things bubble over.

“You’re blushing,” he says.

I keep my expression stoic, but I’m smiling on the inside. I ease into the emotions he’s inspiring in me. I realise they are mine and there’s no point feeling afraid of it. In any case – it’s not him I’m afraid of. It’s the effect he’s having on me. And then I notice something… Good thing I’m 30 and not 13. I can read the signs.

“You’re perspiring,” I tell him.

It’s cold and windy outside. This was no summer sweat. He’s nervous. That’s the thing about Scorpio energy – it always notices all the little details about the other person. You could never lie to a Scorpio. They will unearth everything about you whether you like it or not. Whilst others are off having their flings and flirtations and having a good time without a care in the world, a Scorpio will see into the depths of you.

Tread carefully. Scorpionic energy is not to be trifled with. 

Author: Dipa

Tarot Tales from Japan

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