Karups
Karups Pic(s)
The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your silhouette in molten gold. I watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, a silent rhythm that called to my own. My fingers traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a map of whispered promises and unspoken yearnings. Your eyes, dark pools of liquid warmth, held mine with an intensity that stole my breath. A soft sigh escaped your lips as my hand cupped your cheek, your skin impossibly soft against my palm. You leaned into the touch, a silent surrender that sent a tremor through my soul. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume and the electric charge of our shared anticipation. Our foreheads touched, a sacred meeting point where our breaths mingled into one. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space between our beating hearts. Every glance, every hesitant touch, was a quiet confession of a longing too deep for words.
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