it might be the way you shave your beard, how you control your appearance as if you were born to maintain it. by the same token the way you drive your motorbike, how you manage to supervise your vehicle in the most powerful and sexy manner possible.
it could also be the way you walk through a room, how you dance into a crowd as if you own the place and make fun of yourself while doing so to resemble your self-perception.
I sometimes surmise it is because of the fact that you are two years older, live alone in a big house and sort out all of your chores by yourself. if not all above, it must be the small wrinkles next to your eyes when you laugh, the big masculine body you appertain to, your dark and attractive voice or that raw magnetism of yours.
you know exactly how to treat a lady and you give me the kind of feelings people write novels about. you make me jittery, blissful, amatorial and fall headfirst in this pure, wondrous, unconditional love we share.