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Chanel Preston, Gianna Dior Pic(s)
The fire that first ignited between us did not fade but banked itself into a deep, enduring ember, glowing with a heat that time could not extinguish. I remember the weight of your hand on the small of my back, a possessive anchor in the tempests we weathered, a touch that spoke of a promise etched into bone. Our breaths would synchronize in the quiet dark, a silent language more intimate than any vow, as your lips would find the frantic pulse at my throat and calm it into a steady, trusting rhythm. Through every trial, it was the memory of your scent—of clean skin and warm linen—that was my sanctuary, a sensory map leading me always back to you. The taste of you was a constant on my tongue, a faint, metallic hint of perseverance and passion that lingered long after our most desperate unions. We learned the cartography of each other’s scars, tracing the raised lines not as flaws but as testaments, each one a chapter in a story only we could tell. The way your body curved agat mine in sleep was a perfect, unspoken fit, a fortress built from the simple, profound geometry of our intertwined limbs. Even in silence, the space between us hummed with a current of understanding, a resonance that needed no words, only the shared warmth of our skin. This profound connection, forged in both joy and sorrow, became the unyielding core of our existence, a strength that bent but never broke, leaving us forever changed and inextricably one.
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