The Siren's Call

In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with the scent of desire. A woman, with skin as dark as the night sky and thick like the most luscious of fruits, stood facing away from the man who sat upon the bed. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, its silken strands shimmering in the soft glow of the lone lamp that illuminated the space. She was an Indian beauty, her body a testament to the power of the feminine form. Her hips flared out gently, leading the eye down to the firm roundness of