Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The evening air was heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine, clinging to my skin like a whispered promise. His gaze was a tangible warmth, a slow, deliberate caress that I felt more deeply than any touch. When his fingers finally brushed against mine, a shiver, delicate and profound, traced a path up my spine, leaving my breath caught somewhere in my throat. The world narrowed to the space between us, charged with a silent, aching poetry that made my heart hammer against my ribs. He leaned in, and the faint scent of sandalwood and rain on his skin became my entire universe. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the agonizingly slow descent of his lips toward mine, a tremor of anticipation coursing through me. In that suspended moment before contact, I felt utterly known, my soul laid bare and yearning. The first brush of his mouth was softer than moonlight, a question and an answer all at once, sparking a quiet fire in my veins. A soft sigh escaped me, not my own, but a sound born from a deep, unlocking ache I had long carried inside. And in that tender collision, I was no longer just myself, but a part of a beautiful, shared constellation, forever altered.
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