Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the Indian temple, illuminating its intricate carvings and ancient stones. A young woman, her raven-black hair cascading down her bare back, moved silently through the shadows. She was naked, her caramel skin glowing in the moonlight. She moved with the grace of a gazelle, her every curve and curve accentuated by the play of light and shadow on her luscious body. She was a creature of the night, a seductress who had long since learned the power of her own