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What stirs me? A man whose confidence is a low, steady pulseβunshaken, magnetic. Words that find their way into my veins like a slow, sweet ache. Hands that know both forc and featherlight touch, balancing strength with sacred gentleness.I ache for nothing less than the extraordinary: a fire that meets mine, a love that demands all and surrenders just as deeply.
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P.S. The rarest treasures are never stumbled uponβthey are gathered by hands brave enough to seek them and soft enough to keep them.
