Desire is the mirage of individuated will, seeming to be as personal as it gets, seeming to be aimed at inner experience, but other-determined through and through, mimetic even in its flight from mimesis. But the satisfaction of desire in a flush of irreducibly inner experience leads you to conclude that it is the simple craving for that distinctive sensation that is its aim. This of course is never the case, inner experience leads to no craving; there are no pleasure drives only ego drives 'wearing their skin' in the current catchphrase.