Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and dusk. I watched the steady rhythm of your breathing, a silent symphony that drew me closer until our space vanished. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate line of your jaw, feeling the soft sigh that escaped your lips. Leaning in, I breathed you in, a scent of rain and something uniquely yours that made my head spin. Our foreheads touched, a simple gesture that felt more intimate than any kiss, sealing us in a private world. When my lips finally met yours, it was not a conquest but a question, and your answer was a gentle, yielding pressure that spoke volumes. The taste of you was a sweet, lingering mystery I knew I would crave forever, a flavor of belonging and quiet fire. Your hand came to rest on my chest, surely feeling the wild, frantic drumming of my heart against your palm. In that suspended moment, every nerve ending sang with a profound, aching tenderness, a feeling so vast it threatened to overwhelm me. We parted, breathless, our gazes locked in the dim light, speaking a language of pure emotion words could never capture.
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