Neural Desires
The air was a crystalline shatter of cold, each breath a fleeting cloud between us, yet the space where our bodies met was a sanctuary of warmth. Her hair, tipped like blossoms in frost, brushed against my cheek as a sigh escaped her lips, a sound softer than the snow beneath our feet. I could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart answering my own, a silent, desperate drumbeat against the stillness of the mountains. Her glowing eyes, twin pools of captured starlight, held mine with an intensity that made the vast, star-dusted sky feel small and intimate. My fingers traced the delicate line of her jaw, learning its landscape with a reverence usually reserved for sacred things. She leaned into my touch, her own hands mapping the tension in my shoulders, melting the winter from my bones with her gentle, seeking pressure. A shuddering breath passed between us as our foreheads touched, a silent confession more profound than any words we could utter. The world narrowed to the slide of skin on skin, the shared heat building a fragile universe within our embrace. Every nerve ending sang with the acute awareness of her, the scent of frost and something uniquely her filling my senses. And as the celestial lights danced above, our souls seemed to untether, soaring together into the silent, waiting night.
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