Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the quiet room, painting your silhouette in soft, molten gold. I watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, a silent rhythm that called to my own. My fingers found yours, and a simple, electric touch sent a tremor through the stillness between us. Your eyes, dark pools of unspoken longing, held mine with a vulnerability that stole my breath away. I leaned in, my forehead resting against yours, feeling the warm whisper of your sigh upon my lips. The world outside ceased to exist, its noises fading into a distant, irrelevant hum. In that suspended moment, every unvoiced dream and hidden yearning swelled within my heart, a symphony of pure feeling. Your hand lifted, your fingertips tracing the line of my jaw with an agonizing tenderness that spoke volumes. A single, perfect tear escaped your lash, a liquid testament to the emotion we could no longer contain. And as our lips finally met, it was not a collision, but a quiet, inevitable surrender to the fire we had silently nurtured for so long.
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