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The first rays of dawn painted the room in hues of gold and soft grey, catching the dust motes dancing in the still air. He watched her sleep, her breath a gentle tide against his chest, her warmth seeping into his skin. Her fingers, still lax with dreams, twitched softly against his arm, a silent language of trust. She stirred then, nuzzling deeper into the hollow of his shoulder with a contented sigh that spoke of perfect safety. He tightened his embrace, his hand tracing a slow, reverent path along the curve of her spine, feeling the delicate architecture of her being. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, and in that unguarded moment, a universe of unspoken affection passed between them. A slow, tender smile bloomed on her lips, more beautiful than any sunrise he had ever witnessed. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their shared breath creating a private, intimate atmosphere. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, ceased to exist within the sanctuary of their tangled limbs. In that quiet cocoon, they found a wordless poetry written in every heartbeat and every soft, lingering touch.
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