They meet. They touch. They love.
They wrap themselves in one another, lost to time, to everything around them. There is only themselves and the other.
Eyes closed, away from it all, the world shrinks to the warmth and comfort they share. The gentle rise and fall of breath. The long, slow whisper of skin on skin. The smells caught in hair, behind ears.
Time passes. They love. They love.
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