Maja Meer
The moon, a lustrous pearl in the velvety sky, cast its ethereal glow upon the meadow, where the tall corn stalks stood as silent, rustling sentinels. I had only meant to take an innocent stroll, the soft fabric of my sundress whispering against my skin with each step. But within the secret corridors of the corn, the air itself changed, thickening with a tension that was both thrilling and taboo. His gaze was a physical touch, a searing heat that made my breath catch in my throat as he closed the small distance between us. The world narrowed to this hidden sanctuary, to the sound of our ragged breathing mingling with the night breeze. My hands, of their own volition, found the solid plane of his back, feeling the coiled strength beneath his shirt. A soft sigh escaped my lips as his forehead gently rested against mine, a gesture of profound tenderness that belied the wild intensity coursing through us. I was lost in the stormy seas of his eyes, drowning in an emotion so raw and real it stole my very thoughts. This reckless, beautiful secret, a wildness I never knew I possessed, bloomed solely for him in the moon's tender light. In that suspended moment, every whisper of the corn, every beat of my heart, was a testament to a connection that felt both forbidden and utterly inevitable.
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