Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city slept under a blanket of distant, silent stars, but in the quiet of our room, the world was alive with a new, trembling energy. His fingers, warm and deliberate, traced a slow, questioning path along my jawline, a silent conversation that made my breath catch. I leaned into his touch, my own hand finding the solid, reassuring plane of his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath my palm echo my own. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with the unspoken words and promises hanging between us. A soft sigh escaped my lips as his forehead gently met mine, our shared breath creating a private universe in the dim light. Every nerve ending sang with a heightened awareness, from the brush of his sleeve against my arm to the scent of rain clinging to his skin. In his eyes, I saw not just desire, but a profound, awestruck wonder that mirrored the expanding feeling in my own heart. This was not a collision, but a gradual, inevitable merging, a dance of souls learning a new, intimate language. The thrill was in the surrender, in trusting this beautiful, unexpected freefall into something infinitely deeper. And in that suspended moment, I knew our story had irrevocably, wonderfully, begun anew.
Comments
Post a Comment