Whispers in the Night

In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven hair slipped out of her silk robe, revealing her nakedness. She was a stunning Indian woman, her back view a work of art - the curve of her spine, the roundness of her hips, and the firmness of her buttocks. She was a babe, thick and voluptuous, a goddess in her own right. She tiptoed to the balcony, the cool marble beneath her feet sending shivers up her spine. The night was calm, the moon casting a soft glow over the city. She closed her eyes,