The Black-Haired Beauty

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow upon the balcony where she stood. A gentle breeze rustled her long, black hair, causing it to cascade down her bare back like a silken waterfall. Her dark eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, gazed out upon the cityscape before her. She was a stunning Indian woman, her curves thick and voluptuous, her skin a rich shade of caramel. A delicate, golden chain adorned her waist, drawing attention to the curve of her hips and the inviting cleft between her