Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the sleeping form of Nalini, an Indian woman with thick, black hair that cascaded down her bare back. Her soft, caramel skin glowed in the dim light, and her body was a masterpiece of curves and contours. She lay on her stomach, her arms stretched above her head, and her legs slightly parted. Her nudity was innocent, as if she had just stepped out of a warm bath and had not yet bothered to dress. The night was still, and the only sound was the gentle rust