I wish I didn’t have this physical need for someone else.

This deeply rooted,

enmeshed,

engrained desire for physical contact with another human being.

I wish I didn’t feel this desire,

that my brain didn’t register the need,

nor my body ache for it to be quenched.

I am, essentially, a slave to my desire,

to my physical need for someone else.

And I don’t wish to be enslaved by anything.