My straponess
The moon cast long, silver shadows across the quiet room, illuminating the curve of your back as you leaned into me. My hands found the gentle slope of your shoulders, my touch a silent question in the hushed dark. You answered with a soft sigh, your body melting against mine in a perfect, trusting arch. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart echoing my own, a wild drumbeat against the stillness of the night. Every breath you took was a whisper against my skin, a shared secret in the intimate space between us. A profound warmth blossomed where we were joined, a liquid heat that spread through me like a slow, sweet sunrise. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the feeling of your weight against my chest and the scent of your hair. A deep, shuddering release washed over us, leaving a profound and tender connection in its wake. We remained like that, entwined and breathless, as the feeling of our union lingered long after the moment had passed. It was not an end, but a beautiful beginning etched into our very souls.
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