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What moves me? A man whose confidence hums like a quiet melodyβsteady, undeniable. Words that slip beneath my skin like silk, unraveling me with care. Hands that hold strength yet cradle with tenderness, knowing both power and deep reverence. I long for nothing less than the extraordinary: a hunger that mirrors mine, a passion that asks for everything and gives just as much in return.