The Hunger I Can't Shake

The craving hit me somewhere between restless nights and too much time alone with my thoughts. I want to be with a woman, to feel that particular softness, that different kind of electricity. I’ve circled the idea, imagined it, almost reached for it more than once, but somehow it never quite happens. The timing, the courage, the right person, something always falls short.

So the fantasy shifts. If I can’t have what I’m chasing, I know where my mind goes instead. There’s a version of this where I stop being the one in control, where I let someone else set the pace entirely. The thought of being taken, completely surrendered, fills the exact same hollow that the other craving left behind.

Maybe it’s all the same hunger wearing different faces. Free, unchained, no rules about who or how. I just want to stop thinking about it and start feeling something real.

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