Karups
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The moon cast long, silver fingers through the window, painting your silhouette in soft light as you turned to face me. A slow, knowing smile graced your lips, a silent language only my heart could translate. Your fingers, feather-light, traced a path from my wrist to my elbow, leaving a trail of shimmering warmth on my skin. I could feel the quiet rhythm of your breath mingling with mine in the intimate space between us. The air itself grew heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and unspoken promises. Your gaze held mine, a deep, liquid pool of desire that made my thoughts dissolve into feeling. Every slight shift of your body against mine was a whispered question and a tender answer. The world outside our quiet room ceased to exist, forgotten in the hushed sanctuary we had built. A soft sigh escaped you, a sound more profound than any confession of love. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but a single, breathing constellation of shared yearning.
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