Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and anticipation. My breath caught as your fingers, feather-light, traced the line of my jaw, a silent question in their tender path. I leaned into your touch, my own hands finding the solid strength of your shoulders, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath my palm. Your gaze, dark and intense, held mine, speaking volumes in the hushed space between our barely parted lips. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with a current of unspoken longing that made my skin hum. A soft sigh escaped me as you closed the final distance, your mouth meeting mine in a kiss that was both a promise and a surrender. The world outside the window dissolved into a meaningless blur, every sense narrowing to the feel of your arms encircling my waist, pulling me closer. I could taste the faint sweetness on your lips, a flavor I knew would linger in my memory long after this moment ended. Our bodies swayed in a slow, instinctual dance, a perfect alignment that felt like coming home after a long, lonely journey. In that suspended hour, there was only the language of shared breath, racing pulses, and the profound, aching beauty of two souls intertwining.
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