Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a quiet apartment, a woman stood by the window, her thick black hair cascading down her back. She was nude, her curves bathed in silver light. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a warm caramel, her body toned from years of yoga and dance. She was not alone. A man, also Indian, was approaching her from behind. His body was lean, muscular, his skin a shade darker than hers. His eyes were filled with desire as he took in the sight