Karups
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The moon cast a soft, silver glow through the window, painting our skin in shades of pearl and shadow. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, a whisper of a touch that sent shivers cascading down my spine. I leaned into the solid warmth of his chest, my own hands memorizing the landscape of his shoulders, feeling the quiet strength held there. Our breaths synchronized, becoming a single, hushed rhythm in the silent room, a secret language only we understood. He lowered his head, and his lips found mine in a kiss that was not demanding, but a question and an answer all at once. A soft sigh escaped me, lost against his skin as the world outside our embrace simply ceased to exist. Every glance was a confession, every gentle caress a promise spoken without sound. I felt my heart unfold like a flower in the sun, vulnerable and trembling with a profound, aching joy. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but a single, radiant pulse of feeling, utterly consumed. This was not a collision, but a slow, perfect merging of two souls into one silent, endless song.
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