I wish I didn’t have this physical need for someone else.
This deeply rooted,
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.