I'm aroused by the language of scents. The masculine trail is moist night air, leather, and wood. The feminine trail is warm milk, sandalwood, and violet. When they mingle in the air... my body awakens in anticipation of mystery. I'm turned off by people who can't tell the difference between courage and tactlessness. I love open dialogue and sincere compliments, but I lose all interest when I encounter rudeness or attempts at manipulation.
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