Whispers in the Mountains

The crisp mountain air filled her lungs as she stood, bare and unashamed, on the edge of the precipice. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching the round, firm globes of her buttocks. The curves of her body were intoxicating, a siren's call to any red-blooded man. He watched her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every inch of her sun-kissed skin. The curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the softness of her thighs. She was a goddess, a vision of beauty and grace that stirre