Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The city lights blurred into a river of gold far below our quiet balcony, a distant hum the only soundtrack to our silent conversation. His fingers, warm and deliberate, traced the line from my shoulder to my wrist, leaving a trail of shimmering heat on my skin. I leaned into his solid strength, my head finding its home against his chest where I could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart. His breath whispered against my temple, a soft caress that made my eyes flutter closed. Every point of contact between us felt electric, a silent language of yearning that needed no translation. He turned me gently, his gaze holding mine with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. In the deep pools of his eyes, I saw not just want, but a profound, aching tenderness that made my own heart ache in response. The space between our lips diminished with a magnetic pull, a breathless anticipation that made the world stand still. When our mouths finally met, it was a slow, deep exploration, a tender unlocking of every guarded secret within my soul. In that endless kiss, I was not just desired, but truly, completely known.
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