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Under a canopy of whispers, delicate and enticing,
He traced her silhouette, his touch precise and inviting.
His fingers glided in a choreography of slow, deliberate grace,
Each stroke a promise, as soft moans framed her face.

He advanced with certainty, his intent clear and bold,
Pressing where fire blooms, in whispers untold.
Exploring her every contour, each hidden cove and crest,
Her body answered in kind,
a tempestuous response confessed.