Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city lights blurred into a golden river far below our balcony, a silent witness to the charged stillness between us. His fingers, warm and deliberate, traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. I leaned into his touch, my eyes closing as I breathed in his scent, a mix of clean linen and the night air. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of words, but of pure feeling, a surrender to the moment’s tender gravity. He drew me closer until I could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart against my own frantic pulse. His gaze held mine, a deep, unspoken conversation flowing between us, filled with promises and quiet understanding. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, the warmth of his hand splayed against the small of my back a grounding, electric comfort. Every nerve in my body felt alive, humming with a sweet, aching anticipation that was both thrilling and serene. I felt utterly known, seen in a way that stripped away all my defenses, leaving only a raw, vulnerable trust. In that suspended breath, I was no longer just myself, but a part of a beautiful, shared universe we were creating together.
Comments
Post a Comment