Whispers in the Night

In the stillness of the night, a woman moved silently through the darkened room. She was of Indian descent, her skin a rich shade of cinnamon, her curves generous and alluring. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, its silken strands brushing against her bare shoulders. She was completely nude, her body on display in the dim light that filtered in through the window. She approached the bed, her eyes locked on the man who lay within. He was asleep, his breathing deep and even. She allowed