In a house adorned with flickering candles and draped in silken shadows, our bodies find sanctuary in the hushed memories of the last night. Your fingertips trace the curves of my longing, my lips, neck, collarbone, igniting sparks that dance upon my skin like glorified petals. With each kiss, we taste the raw hunger of desire, deeply rooted in a ballet of yearning and surrender.

With time testing our patience and moonlight searching for our souls, our whispers become symphonies of pleasure, rising and falling like waves crashing upon the shore. Your hands explore the landscapes of my flesh, navigating the contours with a familiarity born of love and craving. Moans escape in harmony with our breaths, mingling in the air thick with passion's sweet perfume.

Beneath silk sheets, we embrace our love, bodies merging in a primal rhythm that transcends mere physicality. Our souls as one, we lose ourselves in the pain of pleasure, each sensation a symphony composed exclusively for us. And as dawn approaches, we linger in the afterglow, basking in the serenity of our shared intimacy, knowing that within these walls, love has found its sanctuary.


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