Karups
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of fire and gold. My fingers traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a silent question in the stillness between us. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into my touch, your own hand coming to rest over my racing heart. The air itself grew thick and warm, charged with a current of unspoken longing that made every breath feel significant. I could feel the gentle tremor in your grasp, a mirror to the wild rhythm pulsing within my own chest. Our foreheads touched, a tender anchor in the rising tide of emotion, our shared breath creating a private, intimate universe. The world outside the window ceased to exist, its noises fading into a distant, irrelevant hum. In your eyes, I saw a reflection of my own deep, aching need, a vulnerability that was both terrifying and beautiful. Every point where our bodies met felt like a brand, a searing promise written upon my soul. In that suspended moment, there was only the profound, silent language of our entwined spirits, speaking volumes without a single word.
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