Not craving sex exactly, but something physical. Comforting.
Not craving women exactly, more like a flavor of woman. And not like that sounds (an actual taste), but a kind of aesthetic resonance, like a work of art. But more than an aesthetic, like an echo of an aura. You know how sometimes a woman will wear a scent that will grab the back of your brain and throw down? That kind of a feeling, but on an aetheric level.
Like a snapshot of a sense of humor.
Weird place, my head.