Karups
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The sun had long since surrendered to the velvet night, leaving behind a heavy, perfumed heat that clung to our skin. His hand found the small of my back, a simple touch that sent a tremor through my entire being, a silent question I answered with a slow, deliberate sigh. Our foreheads gently touched, and in that shared breath, the world narrowed to the space between our lips. I could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing my own, a wild drumbeat against the quiet hum of distant crickets. His fingers traced a slow, burning path up my spine, leaving a trail of awakened nerves in their wake. Every glance was a confession, every hesitant caress a whispered promise spoken into the warm, still air. My own hands memorized the strong line of his shoulders, feeling the tension there begin to soften under my touch. A soft moan escaped me, not of pain, but of overwhelming feeling, a sound swallowed by the gentle pressure of his mouth on mine. In that endless kiss, time itself seemed to melt, leaving only the raw, aching beauty of our connection. We were two souls adrift in a sea of starlight, burning up with a quiet, desperate fire.
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