Alternative Perspective

Laboriously, I drag my exhausted and starved body onward. My legs ache, nearly buckling under the strain. My stomach rumbles, groans, and stabs at me with painful urgency. My eyes blindly struggle to see. My relentless hunger drives me on.

A sudden noise distracts me. Slowly, carefully, I turn my head. Others just like me are aggressively pursuing the same goal. It appears that this journey is a race which only a select few of us can win. Determined, I refocus my attention. 

The object of my affections and lust is now close by, but still oh so very far. Momentarily, I confuse the perfume of her body with the scent of victory. Or is it in fact confusion that I am experiencing? Perhaps the fragrance of love is indeed nothing more the seductive aroma of achievement? Now sure that this is so, I greedily gulp the faint and addictive aroma of success, an aroma which grows steadily stronger as I progress.

Heartened, I continue to increase my pace. I will win this battle. My love looms large. My mouth waters with desire. Soon, my darling, we will be one. I fear that you will barely notice the moment of our bonding, but I will feast and grow fat on your warmth, my paramour. Your life blood is the motivation which drives me forward.

For I am a tick, and this is my story.

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