Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, clinging to our skin like a delicate promise. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, each touch a spark that traveled straight to my core. I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart beneath my palm, a frantic drumbeat echoing my own. Our breaths mingled, warm and shallow, creating a private cloud of shared anticipation in the cool night. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against mine, closing the world down to just this single, charged moment. The world seemed to hold its breath with us, the distant city lights blurring into a soft, indifferent watercolor. Every nerve ending felt alive, hyper-aware of the whisper of fabric and the heat radiating from his body so close to mine. His gaze held mine, dark and intense, reflecting a depth of feeling that words could never hope to capture. In that suspended silence, I felt utterly known, every hidden part of my soul laid bare and cherished. It was a perfect, aching convergence of two hearts, beating in a syncopated rhythm that promised this was only the beginning.
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