A Sacred Union

In the heart of an ancient Indian temple, a woman stood in all her glory. The dim light from the oil lamps illuminated her radiant brown skin and thick black hair that cascaded down her back. She was nude, her curves beckoning to the gods. She was Shakti, a maiden of unparalleled beauty, and she awaited her lover, Krishna. As she heard his footsteps approaching, she turned to face him, her dark eyes sparkling with desire. Krishna, a merchant's son, had traveled far and wide, but none had capture