Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and promise. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate line of your jaw, feeling the soft sigh escape your lips. Your eyes, dark pools of unspoken longing, held mine with an intensity that stole my breath away. I leaned in, our foreheads gently touching, sharing the same air, the same frantic heartbeat echoing in the silence. Your hand found mine, our fingers intertwining in a perfect, desperate lock, a silent vow passing between our joined palms. The world outside ceased to exist as I felt the delicate shiver that ran through you at my touch. A soft whisper of my name on your breath was a melody more beautiful than any song I had ever known. In that suspended moment, every fear and doubt melted away, leaving only the raw, aching truth of our connection. I could feel the heat of your blush against my cheek, a silent confession that mirrored the storm within my own soul. This was not a beginning or an end, but a timeless discovery, a sacred language written only on our skin.
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