There is the desire of the skin, to be touched, caressed, and comforted--the desire to be loved and cared for as a child, a sensual pleasure that can be innocent, but often isn't.

There is the desire of the heart to find its mate, that kindred spirt who is not afraid to know us and still love us.

There is the desire of the mind to be with someone to whom we never runs out of things to say, but with whom we can sit across the room in silent conspiracy and just know.

There is the desire of the penis, which believes as long as it is happy no one else should bitch.

I believe that you cannot fulfill the desires of the heart and the mind by letting the penis lead the search party.