Karups
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The last amber light of sunset bled through the window, casting long, warm shadows that danced across your serene form. I watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, a silent rhythm that echoed the quiet pulse I felt beneath my own skin. Your fingers found mine, not with urgency, but with a slow, deliberate grace that spoke of deep understanding. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a whispered secret meant only for the hushed room, as my thumb traced slow, absent circles on the inside of your wrist. I could feel the steady, answering beat of your heart there, a quiet drum connecting our silent conversation. You leaned your forehead against mine, our breath mingling into one warm, shared cloud of existence. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, simply melted into an indistinct blur, forgotten. In the profound quiet, every slight shift of your body against mine felt like a universe being born and dying in a single, perfect moment. A single, tender tear traced a path down your cheek, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming, wordless connection. In that sacred space, we were not two separate beings, but a single, peaceful entity, floating in a sea of tranquil, boundless sensation.
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