The Dance of Desire

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the entrance. She was completely nude, her voluptuous figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lone table lamp. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. She was the epitome of an Indian babe, with her thick figure and olive skin. She was lost in her thoughts, her mind wandering to the man who would be joining her tonight. She had met him at a party last week, and they had instantly connected. He