Whispers in the Night

The room was dimly lit, only a small lamp casting a warm glow in the corner. Lying on the bed was a woman, her smooth dark skin glowing in the low light. She had thick, black hair that flowed down her back like a river of ink. Her body was curvaceous and voluptuous, a true Indian beauty. He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, ever since he had first laid eyes on her. She was everything he had ever wanted