Karups
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The sun bled its final, molten gold across the sprawling Savannah sky as the warm, humid air clung to our skin like a whispered promise. His hand found the delicate curve of my lower back, a touch so light it was almost a thought, yet it sent a cascade of shivers down my spine. I could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart against my shoulder as we stood in silence, watching the silhouettes of acacia trees stretch into long, dark fingers against the fiery horizon. The scent of damp earth and wild grasses filled my lungs, a perfume more intoxicating than any bottle could ever hold. My fingers traced the strong line of his jaw, feeling the subtle tension there soften under my hesitant touch. A soft sigh escaped his lips, a sound that spoke of deep contentment and a longing held at bay for far too long. Our eyes met, and in that endless, amber-lit moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between our shared breath. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against mine, our noses brushing in a tender, unspoken question. The world fell away, leaving only the electric hum of anticipation that danced across my skin and the profound, quiet safety I found in his unwavering gaze. In that suspended twilight, we were not two people, but a single, breathing entity woven from starlight and unspoken dreams.
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