The Dance of Desire

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window. She was thick, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of the setting sun. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, the ends brushing against the curve of her voluptuous ass. She was an Indian beauty, her skin a rich shade of mocha, her features sharp and exotic. He watched her from across the room, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he had seen her, her beauty a sire