Girls That Finish The Job
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The fire crackled, its amber light dancing across your skin as your eyes met mine, a silent conversation of longing and promise. My fingers traced the line of your jaw, feeling the soft sigh that escaped your lips as you leaned into my touch. The world outside our sanctuary of tangled sheets and whispered confessions ceased to exist, leaving only the scent of rain on the night air and the warmth of your body so close to mine. Your hand found the small of my back, a gentle pressure that pulled me closer until I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart answering my own. Every breath we shared was a delicate thread weaving us tighter together, an invisible bond strengthening with each passing second. I buried my face in the curve of your neck, breathing you in, a dizzying mixture of warmth and something uniquely you. Your lips found my temple in a kiss so tender it made my chest ache with a beautiful, swelling emotion. In that suspended moment, every hesitation melted away, replaced by a profound and aching need to be known completely by you. Our bodies swayed in a slow, instinctual rhythm, a perfect alignment speaking volumes more than words ever could. This was not a collision, but a gentle, inevitable merging of two souls finally coming home.
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