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Your gaze, where tenderness borders on obsession. Your moan, my name on your lips. Complete dissolution, where two become one. This is the highest form of possession---our shared secret. Turn Offs I'm repelled by falsehood and forced vulgarity. Disrespectless rudeness, cold calculation, or indifferent mechanicalness. Any attempt to replace genuine intimacy with a cheap clich, where I'm not a person, but simply a function.