imagine lying there with her warm body so close, i can feel the gentle pressure of her weight as she hovers above me. her smile is soft, playful, filled with tenderness as she holds the makeup brush near my face. i can scent her feminine fragrance and clean skin and clothing. every stroke is light, delicate, but its her presence that melts the world around us. i close my eyes and feel the warmth radiating from her skin, the way her breath brushes my face in rhythm with her movements. its not just the makeup shes painting on meits the quiet intimacy, the love in every detail. when i open my eyes, shes still there, her smile brighter than anything she could ever put on my skin.
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