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Topic: Scorpio-Taurus relationship.
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guy_me_19 unregistered
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posted November 19, 2007 07:32 AM
“Ah, you picked the Scorpio, yo. She’s looking over here fo sho, although no light flirtation or any casual affectation, not between the two of you. She’s your opposite sign, yo, explosive passion, ruled by Pluto. All mystery and magnetism; it’s either disinterest and disaster, each the slave, and each the master; or deep devotion to last a lifetime and beyond that, past forever. And you don’t have to fake it and be nearly as Aquarian clever. It could be dope, or it could be hell for opposites always attract yet can just as surely repel. And don’t tease her too much or after a fight, do not ever refuse to truly forgive her. And man, she’ll be quite a lover. She is def your best bet, Jack so here’s the plan of attack:Just go over there and stand quietly let her perceive an aura of mystery she’ll pick up your scent and come slowly around. Like I said, don’t front and don’t clown; relaxed, romantic, and enigmatic you, & and she might even take you home for the do.” Source: http://lovestarz.com/taurusscorpio.html (Check the page for other Scorp/Taurus poetry ) This is something that has fascinated me like nothing else. Especially the lines above in bold. It is beautiful, romantic, alluring, magical so much so it begs to be believed. Like a thing of pristine beauty whose simple mystery you had known in that first instant when the stars were scattered into space and time began. But it was lost in the long celestial journey that followed. Please talk more about it. Share your experiences, share your views, poetry, prose and anything else you would want to share. [I specifically invite HSC to say something if he would like to.] IP: Logged |
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posted November 19, 2007 07:45 AM
This I find hilarius:Drag that bull, stubborn lump of flesh Sting his heel in an attempt to make it move. He snorts, angry, but it's difficult to soothe with pincers, so he stomps all around, almost crushing the teensy anthropod, trying to move a two-ton bovine with a two inch pincer - it's ridiculous. The bystander looking on, laughing, wonders, "why?" And the little scorpion wonders how the hell it ended up corralled with a bull... Poem titled: Scorpio Woman/Taurus Man, titled The Bull and the Scorpion, by Isis... on the page: http://lovestarz.com/taurusscorpio.html IP: Logged |
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posted November 19, 2007 07:54 AM
Scorpio Woman/Taurus Man, titled When Earth Meets Water, by Pixelpixie...Is this OUR Pixelpie at Lindaland? I know she's a scorp. Wow! Hats off to her!
Source: http://lovestarz.com/taurusscorpio.html Something so sexy... earthy? slow and I don't know... something else. Is it my pulse or electricity magnetic attraction, or polarity? I had to ask him the last time we spoke (he looked at me like I was playing a joke) "What's your sign?"... my eyes alight... a slow burn underneath his skin... I wondered if he'd let me in... if only he knew, but I think he did... the heights I've known within delight. If he kept playing his cards all right, maybe he'd be the next surrender. "I'm a Taurus" were the words he'd tendered. Well... I'd never known my opposite but the sudden rush just made me fall. Could you handle the waters depths, the silky weeds, the jagged crawl, the murky darkness, the inner call, the dappled dancing lights upon the full-blown waves before lights dawn when the stars shine their brightest and the hidden caves the tightest, the crest the movement the tides and ebbs the seaweed's gasp of drying webs? Well... He's hot sand and salty rocks and a sweet mirage gone with a shock smooth hard pebbles where scorpion's bask earth wet with water, a perfect mask. He's concrete, hard and stuttered walks, a bare backed bather against the docks. He is a gathered grace to shelter water from a dissolving heat, knowing power is increased when touched so indiscreetly offer water to the baking rocks, they hiss and burn, slowly merging... a sauna's steam grows full when coupled with a gentle urging. He is a crevice to collect the rains offering of sweet water lapping at her shores... they explore where the surf starts and the sand ends... only to discover they are one and yet apart but together leaves a better foothold and together a better buoyancy. Together, a kind of prophesy of me and you and you and me.
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