There is something about me that you can't quite put your finger on. It goes beyond my beauty and dominance, as much as these things make you weak. I possess a magnetic power that draws you in, like a moth to the flame. Even though you know this power is very real and could burn you, you can't help yourself and need to submit to it. The more you give in, the more you feel my magnetic presence fill you up, drawing out your most submissive tendencies. This is why you can't escape yearning to be closer to me, to belong to me, and feel how easily you cave beneath me.