Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your silhouette in soft, warm light. My fingers traced the delicate line of your shoulder, a silent question whispered against your skin. You leaned into the touch, a slow sigh escaping your lips as your eyes closed in quiet surrender. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume and the unspoken words hanging between us. I felt the gentle weight of your hand covering mine, guiding it to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. Your head tilted back, exposing the vulnerable curve of your neck, an invitation I accepted with a breath. Every sense was heightened, from the whisper of fabric to the electric warmth radiating from your body. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space where our bodies almost met. A soft tremor ran through you, and I felt it echo deep within my own soul. This was a language older than words, a conversation built entirely from shared breath and trembling anticipation.
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