Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of gold and warmth. My fingers traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a whisper of a touch that made you shiver. Your eyes, dark and deep as a midnight sky, held mine with an unspoken promise that tightened my chest. I felt the soft sigh escape your lips before I heard it, a sound more intimate than any word. You leaned into me, your forehead resting against mine, and the world outside our quiet sanctuary simply ceased to be. The scent of your hair, like rain on summer earth, filled my senses and anchored me to this perfect moment. Every gentle press of your hand against my back was a silent language, speaking of trust and a longing I felt echoed in my own soul. Our breaths synchronized, creating a private rhythm that pulsed with the beating of our hearts. In the quiet space between us, a profound tenderness bloomed, fierce and vulnerable all at once. This was a conversation without sound, a dance of shared feeling that left me utterly, completely known.
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