Karups
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The fading sunset bled honey and rose across the quiet room, painting your silhouette in soft, molten gold. I watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, a silent rhythm that called to my own. My fingers, trembling with a reverence I could not name, traced the delicate line of your jaw, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my touch. You turned, your eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises that made my breath catch. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into my palm, a gesture of trust that shattered my every defense. The air grew thick with the scent of rain and your perfume, an intoxicating blend that clouded all rational thought. I felt the weight of your gaze, a tangible caress that stripped me bare to my soul. Our foreheads touched, a simple connection that felt more intimate than any kiss, sealing a silent vow in the hushed evening. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the shared, frantic beating of our two hearts. I knew then I was utterly, irrevocably lost in the quiet poetry of your presence.
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