Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city’s distant hum was a forgotten melody as his thumb traced the delicate line of my jaw, a silent question I answered by leaning into his warm palm. My eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the scent of his skin, a mix of clean linen and the night air that clung to his shirt. His breath ghosted across my lips, a teasing promise that made my heart stammer against my ribs like a captured bird. Every nerve ending awoke as his fingers slid into my hair, cradling my head with an unbearable tenderness. The world narrowed to this single minute, a stolen sanctuary where time itself seemed to pause and hold its breath. A soft sigh escaped me as he finally closed the minuscule distance, his mouth meeting mine in a kiss that was not a demand, but a slow, devastating exploration. It was a conversation without words, a gentle claiming that sent shivers cascading down my spine. I felt his other hand settle on the small of my back, pulling me closer until not a sliver of light could pass between us. In that profound closeness, I could feel the frantic rhythm of his own heart echoing my chaotic pulse, a synchronized drumbeat of longing. This was our fleeting escape, a perfect, breathless universe built in the space of a single minute.
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