Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The world outside our window dissolved into a blur of distant, indifferent city lights as your fingers found mine, our hands weaving together a silent, desperate promise. The air in the room grew thick with the scent of your skin, a familiar fragrance that made my head spin with a dizzying, sweet anticipation. I felt the soft sigh escape your lips before I heard it, a warm whisper against my neck that sent a cascade of shivers down my spine. Your gaze, dark and heavy with unspoken longing, held me captive, rendering the rest of the universe utterly meaningless. My palm flattened against the steady, strong rhythm of your heart, feeling its frantic beat echo the wild drumming within my own chest. Every gentle brush of your thumb across my cheek was a question, and my leaning into your touch was the only answer I could possibly give. The rustle of the cotton sheets beneath us was a quiet symphony accompanying the slow, deliberate dance of our bodies drawing closer. In the hushed stillness, I could taste the salt on your skin and the faint, lingering hint of wine from your tender, searching mouth. A soft, breathless moan tangled in the space between us, a sound of pure, surrendered feeling that made my soul ache. In that suspended moment, wrapped in the heat of our shared breath, we were not two people but one single, burning star in the vast, quiet night.
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