My motion is like a quiet storm... calm, certain, and felt before I'm seen.
My softness, a spell that awakens for those who meet me gently.
Presence is my language, depth my nature and curiosity is my doorway.
I don't perform.
I simply arrive... and somehow that's enough to shift a man's breath. 1
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