A Forgotten Legacy

Every day is a constant struggle. It is a challenge to stop the urge. The urge rushes forth in my body every time that I see him. Him. The man who my body wants. The man that my body wants to touch. To touch in the most intimate of ways. I want to punish him, to push him to his limits; for his body to struggle. For the life of him to leak out and never come back. He makes me feel these urges that aren't natural to others in my species. My species doesn't look at some one and want to end them. I want to rip him apart and never put him back together.