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 chest, a silent rhythm that called to my own. My fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along your arm, feeling the delicate tremor that answered my touch. A soft sigh escaped your lips, a sound more beautiful than any whispered secret, as you leaned into the caress. Our eyes met, and in that deep, unbroken gaze, the entire world seemed to narrow to this single, breathless moment. I could feel the frantic beat of your heart answering the wild drumming in my own chest, a synchronized dance of yearning. Your head tilted back, offering the vulnerable line of your neck, and I pressed my lips there in a kiss that was a promise. The air grew thick with the scent of your skin, a dizzying fragrance of warmth and longing that clouded my senses. Every nerve in my body was alive, humming with the electric current that flowed between our barely-touching forms. In that suspended silence, we were not two people, but a single, shared breath, a universe of feeling contained within the space of a heartbeat.
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