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You've known me for a while now. I can tell you're always so tense when you arrive at my place, burdened by your daily duties. Yet it seems all it takes is a look into my eyes, a feel of my assertive, powerful presence, a little encouragement from me, and your mind immediately starts melting. Those annoying distractions replaced by the only sound you truly crave: my voice. Can you really pretend you don't need me? You melt for me because this is what you crave. Your thoughts always seem to fade when I speak… maybe it’s because you like me that much. Don’t fight it. Maybe that's exactly why you met me. Maybe you were just made for me. Just be quiet now, and I'll do the rest...