A Sacred Union

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood, her silhouette framed by the window behind her. She was Nalini, an Indian woman of 25, with a full, voluptuous figure and a cascade of thick, black hair that fell to her waist. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, glowing in the soft light. Nalini was completely naked, her body a testament to the beauty of the female form. Her back was to him, the curve of her spine leading down to the swell of her hips, the roundness of her buttocks. She was a goddess, a vision