A Sacred Union

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed in the window. The curves of her hips and thighs were accentuated by the soft glow of the moonlight, her black hair cascading down her back in waves. She was a vision of beauty, an Indian babe with a body that could make any man's heart race. He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her thick form. She was his desire, his obsession, and he would have her. He approached her slowly, his footsteps silent on the