That touchy transit? Thank Mars

Mars moves quietly, then it burns. Restless energy stirs beneath your skin. Calm shifts to urgent fire. Desire rises from whisper to roar. This is raw, not casual. Mars takes, never asks permission. That touchy tension? Mars waking wildness inside.

You feel it first physically. A glance lingers too long. A touch sparks like lightning. Breath catches before mind understands. Mars pulls you into fire. Attraction is primal and fierce. Hunger awakens, hard to silence. It’s more than physical pull.

Mars isn’t gentle or soft. It cuts through calm sharply. Conflict rises—anger and jealousy. Even friction holds deep passion. Mars demands raw honesty now. It makes you face desires. Pretense falls, leaving need bare.

This transit dares you speak. Risk, fight, claim what’s yours. It shakes caution and fear. Fire intoxicates, yet it’s dangerous. You feel alive, exposed. Mars pushes forward despite fear.

Physical chemistry burns much hotter. Nerves buzz electric currents. Pull grips heart and bones. Attraction demands action, movement. It does not wait. It won’t be denied.

Mars stirs soul and body. Passion, pain, courage, chaos follow. The call is clear: act. Or be consumed by longing. Mars’ fire never fades. You answer its call.