Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and anticipation. My fingers traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a silent question whispered against your skin. You leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered closed. The air grew thick with the scent of rain and your faint perfume, a heady mixture that made my head spin. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart answering the wild drumming in my own chest. Your hands, trembling slightly, came up to cradle my face, your thumbs stroking my jaw with an aching tenderness. Our foreheads touched, a sacred space where breaths mingled and the world outside ceased to exist. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the mere inches separating our bodies. In that suspended moment, a universe of unspoken promises passed between us. I was lost in the profound, terrifying beauty of complete surrender.
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