Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the bedroom, illuminating the curves and contours of the nude woman standing by the window. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her back, the ends gently brushing against her bare skin. She was an Indian beauty, her brown skin glowing in the moonlight, her body a testament to the allure of the exotic. She was an Indian babe, a woman of passion and desire, and she stood there, her body on display, her back to the man who lay in the bed. He watched her, his