A Night with the Indian Babe

The moon hung full and heavy in the inky sky, casting its silvery glow upon the balcony where a woman stood. She was a beauty, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of darkness, her curves thick and luscious, a true Indian babe. She stood there, nude, her back to the open night, a soft breeze caressing her bare skin. Her eyes were closed, a small smile playing upon her lips as she savored the sensuality of the moment. She was a vision of beauty, a goddess of the night. He watch