Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast a soft glow on the balcony, illuminating the silhouette of a woman with raven black hair. She stood there, nude, her curves accentuated by the dim light. A thick Indian babe, her name was Priya, a woman of 25 summers, her body a testament to the rich heritage of her motherland. She was not alone. A man, equally nude, stood behind her, his hands gently caressing her hips. His name was Ravi, a man of 30, with a body sculpted by years of labor and love. His hands moved up, tracin