Karups
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The city slept under a blanket of stars, but in our sanctuary, the only light was the soft glow of a single candle, painting your skin in hues of gold and shadow. Your eyes held a silent question as I traced the line of your jaw, my touch a whisper against the evening’s quiet. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a sound more profound than any confession, as my fingers slowly danced down the curve of your neck. You leaned into my palm, your warmth seeping into my skin, a language we understood without words. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the unspoken promise hanging between us. I felt the frantic rhythm of your heart answering the steady drum of my own, a syncopated beat in the silent room. Your hands found their way to my back, pulling me closer until no space remained, until our breaths mingled into one. In that endless moment, every fear dissolved, leaving only the raw, aching need to be known completely by you. The world outside ceased to exist, its noise replaced by the profound quiet of two souls converging. This was not a conquest, but a homecoming, a delicate unraveling into a shared, breathless truth.
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