Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your silhouette in soft, warm light. I watched the gentle rise and fall of your breath, a silent rhythm that called to my own. My fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along your arm, feeling the delicate shift of muscle beneath your skin. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the touch, your head tilting back in quiet surrender. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume and the unspoken words hanging between us. I could feel the frantic beat of your heart answering the quiet thunder in my own chest. Your eyes, dark pools of liquid trust, held mine, reflecting a universe of shared vulnerability. Every nerve in my body was alive, hyper-aware of the mere inches of space that separated us. It was a language spoken not with sounds, but with trembling hands and shared, shaky breaths. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but a single, breathing promise woven from silence and touch.
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