Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting her skin in hues of gold and warmth. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, a silent rhythm that echoed the quickening pulse in his own veins. His fingers, with a tremor of reverence, traced the delicate line of her shoulder, feeling the soft sigh that escaped her lips. The air grew thick with the scent of her perfume and the quiet promise of the evening. When her eyes met his, they were deep pools of unspoken longing, holding a universe of feeling he yearned to explore. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, sharing a breath that felt more intimate than any kiss. A single, stray tear traced a path down her cheek, a testament to the overwhelming tenderness of the moment. His thumb caught the droplet, his touch a silent vow against her skin. In that suspended silence, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the map of their intertwined souls. They were two halves of a forgotten song, finally finding their harmony in the quiet dark.
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