Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and twilight. I watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, a silent rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of my own heart. Your fingers found mine, not with urgency, but with a slow, deliberate certainty that spoke volumes in the quiet space between us. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned closer, your breath a ghost of a caress against my neck. I could feel the whisper of your hair brushing my shoulder, each strand a silken thread unraveling my composure. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this shared breath, this unspoken promise hanging in the air. My hand trembled as I traced the line of your jaw, feeling the solid truth of you beneath my touch. In your eyes, I saw not just desire, but a deep, aching vulnerability that mirrored my own. Every sensation was amplified, from the scent of rain on your skin to the electric hum where our bodies barely met. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but a single, breathing entity, woven together by an invisible, unbreakable thread of longing.
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