Whispers in the Mountain Air

The sun began to set behind the towering mountains, casting a warm glow over the secluded cabin. A young woman, no more than 18 summers old, stood on the deck, her dark hair cascading down her back in loose curls. She wore nothing but her own skin, her bronzed body glistening in the fading light. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard the crunch of gravel, signaling the arrival of her lover. He was an Indian man, strong and muscular, with dark eyes that could pierce the soul. His hair was c