Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and anticipation. My breath caught as your fingers, tentative as a whisper, traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. I could feel the steady, heavy rhythm of your heart where my hand rested against your chest, a silent drumbeat answering the unspoken question hanging between us. Your gaze, dark and intense, held mine, stripping away all pretense until only raw, vulnerable truth remained. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a sound more intimate than any confession, as I leaned in to close the fragile distance. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, the scent of your skin, the warmth of your breath mingling with mine. Every gentle touch was a promise, a slow, deliberate exploration that set my very soul alight. I felt myself melting into you, surrendering to the rising tide of emotion that threatened to overwhelm my senses. In that suspended moment, time itself seemed to bend, holding its breath for us. This was not a collision, but a gentle, inevitable merging, a silent symphony of longing finally set free.
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