Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your silhouette in warm, dusky light. My breath caught as your fingers, feather-light, traced the line of my jaw, a silent question hanging in the air between us. I could feel the steady, frantic rhythm of my own heart answering the unspoken call, a drumbeat of longing that echoed in the quiet space. Your gaze held mine, deep and unwavering, reflecting a vulnerability that made my soul ache with a tender fierceness. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned into your touch, my hand finding the small of your back, drawing you closer until only a whisper separated us. The scent of your skin, a familiar and intoxicating blend of warmth and citrus, filled my senses, drowning out all other thoughts. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the palpable electricity arcing between our bodies. Every slight shift, every shared breath, felt like a sacred promise, a language spoken only through trembling proximity. I felt myself unraveling, not with fear, but with a profound, aching surrender to this overwhelming tide of emotion. This was more than a mere embrace; it was a homecoming, a silent symphony of two hearts finally beating in perfect, desperate time.
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