Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the swaying leaves and blooming flowers. Among them, a woman with raven-black hair and caramel-colored skin stood, her almond-shaped eyes closed as she breathed in the fragrant air. She was a vision of beauty, her curves full and voluptuous, her silhouette bathed in a sensual halo. She was an Indian woman, proud of her heritage and her body. She wore nothing but her own confidence, her back turned to the house, her black hair