Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silver glow upon the balcony, where a figure stood, silhouetted against the night. A gentle breeze stirred the thick, black hair that cascaded down her back, the ends dancing upon her bare skin. She was nude, her curves and the darker skin of her back and ass on display, her Indian heritage evident in every line and curve of her body. She was a vision, an Indian babe with a grace and allure that could not be ignored. Her eyes, closed in the ecstasy of the moment, fluttered