Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The evening air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked jasmine, clinging to our skin like a whispered promise. Her fingers, tracing idle patterns on the cool glass of her wine, finally stilled as my gaze met hers across the dimly lit room. A slow, knowing smile graced her lips, a silent language that spoke volumes in the quiet space between us. When I offered my hand, she took it, her touch sending a current of warmth that traveled straight to my core. I led her into a slow dance, our bodies swaying to a melody only we could hear, my palm a steady anchor on the small of her back. With every gentle turn, the delicate silk of her dress whispered against my suit, a friction that was both a torment and a delight. I could feel the delicate flutter of her pulse where my thumb rested against her wrist, a frantic bird beating in time with my own racing heart. Her head tilted back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and I felt a profound, aching tenderness bloom within my chest. In that suspended moment, the world fell away, leaving only the heat of her breath against my neck and the unspoken vow hanging in the air. We were no longer two people, but a single, breathing entity wrapped in the hushed anticipation of what was yet to come.
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