Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast long, silver fingers through the window, painting your silhouette in shades of pearl and shadow. A slow, knowing smile touched your lips as you turned to face me, your eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the sweet, heavy scent of night-blooming jasmine from the garden below. You moved closer, the whisper of your dress the only sound in the hushed room, and I felt the warmth of your body before we even touched. Your fingers, feather-light, traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. I could hear the soft, quickened rhythm of your breath, a silent drumbeat matching the frantic pace of my own heart. When your head tilted back, exposing the graceful curve of your neck, it was an invitation I accepted with a reverent, lingering kiss. A soft sigh escaped you, a sound of pure surrender that melted into the quiet night. In that moment, the carefully constructed walls around your spirit crumbled, revealing the fierce, beautiful wildness you kept hidden from the world. We were no longer two people, but a single, breathing entity woven from starlight and shared, trembling desire.
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