Karups
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the still air between us. My breath hitched as your gaze, heavy with unspoken promises, traveled slowly over my face. You lifted a hand, your fingers tracing the line of my jaw with a reverence that made my heart stammer against my ribs. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned into your touch, my own hands finding the solid warmth of your back. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment, the quiet intimacy a language more profound than words. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of your pulse where my thumb rested against your neck, a silent drumbeat answering the frantic flutter in my chest. Your forehead gently met mine, our shared breath creating a warm, private cloud in the cooling evening. Every slight shift, every whisper of fabric, was a symphony of yearning and tender discovery. The air itself seemed charged with a delicate electricity, a palpable anticipation of a kiss not yet given. In that hushed space, I felt utterly known, my soul laid bare and met only with a profound, sheltering acceptance.
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