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RENBRI CARIOCA,Cassiofarias
The sun dipped low, casting long, golden shadows across the weathered boards of the old pier. He stood there, a silhouette against the fiery sky, the warm breeze gently tousling his dark hair. I approached slowly, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs, each step measured and deliberate. His eyes met mine, holding a universe of unspoken longing, a silent question that needed no voice. As I drew nearer, his hand found my waist, the touch sending a shiver of pure electricity down my spine. Our foreheads touched first, a tender prelude, our breath mingling in the salt-tinged air. I could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart echoing my own frantic rhythm. When our lips finally met, it was a soft, exploring pressure, a slow, melting fusion of heat and sweetness that tasted of the sea and of promise. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment, a sanctuary of shared warmth and trembling vulnerability. In that endless Brazilian kiss, I felt not just desire, but a profound, soul-deep recognition, as if I had finally come home.
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