Scorpio

I smiled at you.

It’s always my first reaction.

Trusting.

Innocent.

Stupid.

In response, you rushed at me, pushing me back; clawing at my shirt; tearing it open; scratching.

Like the world does.

Your urgent kiss pushed me against the wall. Your tongue invaded my mouth.

Internally gasping, I responded; weak; powerless; shocked and excited.

Taken by surprise as usual.

Innocence overwhelmed by passion.

Immediately.

I kissed you back, pushing my excited body to yours. You felt my response and gasped at my desire.

I tore off your dress and threw you to the bed. My own clothes seemed to disappear in a whirl of motion and I was naked on you.

Biting my shoulder, neck, nipples, you pulled me down. Our eyes flashed as I entered you.

In minutes it was over.

You lay gasping and shocked; shocked at the intensity; shocked at the rapid response; shocked at what lies behind my smile.

Like the world is.

You should have just smiled back.

But the damage is done.

For I am Scorpio.