Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your silhouette in gold as you turned to me. A slow, knowing smile touched your lips, a silent language that made my breath catch. Your fingers, feather-light, traced the line from my wrist to my elbow, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of your heart where my hand rested against your chest, a frantic drum answering my own. The air grew thick with the scent of your skin and the evening jasmine, a heady perfume that clouded all other thought. When your gaze met mine, the world outside this quiet space simply ceased to exist, its noise replaced by the soft sound of our shared breathing. You leaned in, your forehead gently resting against mine, a moment of profound stillness before the storm. A soft sigh escaped you, a sound that spoke of longing and a deep, abiding tenderness that unraveled me completely. In that suspended silence, every nerve ending sang with the electric anticipation of your nearness, a thrilling, terrifying promise. This was more than a touch; it was a conversation, a story written in glances and whispered breaths, a beautiful, aching prelude to everything.
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