Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the swaying leaves of the mango tree and the glistening petals of the hibiscus flowers. Underneath the tree, a woman with a cascade of black hair stood, her body naked and radiant in the moonlight. She was an Indian woman, her curves full and supple, her skin the color of rich earth. She was a babe, a goddess, a creature of uninhibited desire. She was not alone. A man approached her, his footsteps soft upon the grass. His eye