It was smack dab in the middle of spring. The simmering heat continued to grow daily, continued to fuel the insanity in the minds of the people and with spring came seasonal urges. Urges that were deep and dark, ravaging, akin to a hunger. A hunger which grows daily of every minute of every second and consumes every fiber of his being. He needed a release and he needed it soon. But with no significant other or beneficial friend in sight, the pride of his namesake began to swell. Deprived of satisfaction they began to turn blue and the heavy weight of their burden began to poison his mind.
A side of him began to take over. A dark side, an anomalistic nature that threatened the relationships of friends and forgave the past grievances of enemies. This beast cares not for food, currency, or shelter; it lives for only one desire. That sweet, succulent, flower of life. The smell of it, the taste of it, the mere thought of it drives him mad. Past memories once again resurface; tiny hairs brushing against his nose and scratching his throat as the warm ambrosia trickled down his chin.
Pushing the memories back into the recesses of his mind, he tries valiantly to hold on for just a little longer. To not make prey of the unsuspecting hips that swivel in rhythmic motion as if paying tribute to his every waking fantasy. He can only fight this desire for so long before it overwhelms him completely. Until he becomes the savage slave of his passion he so desperately tries to defy.