Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and anticipation. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate line from your shoulder to your wrist, a silent question in their gentle pressure. You leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered closed, trusting and vulnerable. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume and the unspoken words hanging between us. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart answering the steady, heavy beat of my own, a primal drumming in the quiet space. Your head tilted back, offering the graceful column of your neck, and I pressed my lips there, feeling the pulse of your life against them. A shiver ran through you, your hands finding their way into my hair, not pulling, but holding, anchoring you to this moment. Every breath we took became a shared language, a synchronized tide of rising heat and deepening connection. The world outside the window ceased to exist, its noises fading into a distant hum against the symphony of our closeness. In that suspended silence, we were not two people, but a single, breathing entity, discovering a universe of feeling in the quiet space between a touch and its echo.
Comments
Post a Comment