Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city lights blurred into a golden river far below our quiet balcony, a distant hum the only soundtrack to our shared silence. His fingers, warm and deliberate, traced a slow path from my shoulder down the curve of my arm, leaving a trail of shimmering heat. I leaned into his solid frame, my head finding its familiar resting place against his chest, where I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart. His breath was a soft whisper against my temple, carrying the faint, clean scent of his skin that made my own breath catch. Every point of contact between us felt electric, a silent conversation of yearning that needed no words. My hands slid up to cradle the strong line of his jaw, my thumb gently stroking the soft skin there, feeling the subtle tension of his own longing. He turned his face into my palm, his lips pressing a tender, searing promise into my skin that sent a tremor through my entire being. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment, filled with the unspoken ache of a deep and growing need. A soft sigh escaped me, not of sadness, but of a profound, overwhelming surrender to the emotion swelling between us. In his deepening gaze, I saw my own desire reflected, a boundless and vulnerable hope finally set free.
Comments
Post a Comment