Whispers in the Night

In the stillness of the night, a woman with raven hair moved silently through the house. She was nude, her curves and curves on display in the dim light. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate, and she moved with the grace of a panther. She was a vision of beauty, and she knew it. She moved towards the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he was in there, waiting for her. She had been thinking about him all day, and she couldn't wait any longer. She needed him, wanted him, craved