Karups
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The world fell away when she spoke, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate deep within my own chest. In the dim, golden light of the evening, her eyes held mine with an unspoken intensity that made my breath catch. She shifted closer on the velvet settee, the scent of night-blooming jasmine clinging to the warm air between us. A slow, tentative smile graced her lips as her fingers gently traced the line of my jaw, a touch so feather-light it was almost a memory. I could feel the frantic rhythm of my own heart, a wild drum answering the quiet pull of her presence. Her gaze dropped to my mouth for a fleeting, electric moment, and a soft blush crept across her cheeks. Leaning in, her whisper was a warm caress against my skin, weaving promises I ached to believe. The space around us thickened with a longing so profound it felt like its own living entity. Every sense was heightened, every whisper of fabric and shared breath a testament to the connection unfolding. In that suspended silence, I felt utterly known, my soul laid bare and met only with a tender, accepting grace.
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