Karups
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The evening light bled honey-gold through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around your silhouette as you moved. I watched the quiet concentration in your eyes, the slight part of your lips as you breathed. Your hand, warm and sure, found the small of my back, a simple touch that sent a tremor through my entire being. My own fingers trembled as they traced the line of your jaw, feeling the steady pulse beneath your skin. The air grew thick with the scent of rain on hot pavement and the faint, familiar fragrance of your skin. A soft sigh escaped you, a sound that seemed to unravel something tightly wound within my chest. Our foreheads touched, and in that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between our shared breath. I felt a profound vulnerability, a thrilling exposure of my soul laid bare before you. Every nerve ending sang with a heightened awareness, a desperate, beautiful ache for more of this exquisite closeness. It was a silent conversation of yearning, a language spoken only by our beating hearts.
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