Karups
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of gold and fire. My breath caught as your fingers, tentative as a whisper, traced the line of my jaw, a silent question hanging in the warm air between us. I leaned into your touch, my own hand finding the gentle curve of your waist, feeling the steady, quickening rhythm of your heart beneath my palm. Your eyes, dark pools of unspoken longing, held mine with an intensity that made the world outside this room simply cease to exist. A soft sigh escaped your lips as I brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, my thumb lingering on your temple. The scent of your skin, a mix of summer rain and something uniquely you, filled my senses, intoxicating and sweet. I felt a shiver run through you as I drew you closer, our bodies aligning like two halves of a long-lost whole. In that suspended moment, every fear and hesitation melted away, replaced by a profound, aching tenderness. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the electricity of our shared vulnerability and the promise of a connection too deep for words. We were no longer two separate beings, but a single, breathing entity, lost in the quiet, desperate poetry of this embrace.
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