Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon poured its silver light through the open window, casting long, dancing shadows across the room as you stood before me. A soft, warm breeze carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine, mingling with the faint, intoxicating trace of your perfume. Your eyes, dark pools of quiet intensity, held mine with a vulnerability that made my breath catch in my throat. I watched, mesmerized, as your shoulders relaxed and a slow, genuine smile graced your lips, transforming your entire being. You reached for my hand, your fingers intertwining with mine in a silent language of pure understanding. The gentle pressure of your palm against mine sent a wave of warmth radiating up my arm, settling deep within my chest. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between our slowly closing bodies. I could feel the soft whisper of your breath against my skin, a delicate rhythm that echoed the frantic beating of my own heart. A profound sense of peace, laced with exhilarating anticipation, washed over me, making me feel both cherished and powerful. This was not an arrival, but a beautiful, terrifying, and glorious beginning of something truly divine.
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