Whispers in the Moonlight

In the quiet of the night, under the soft glow of the moon, a woman stood in the darkness. Her thick black hair cascaded down her back, reaching the curve of her waist. She was nude, her bare skin glowing in the silvery light. She was a vision of beauty, an Indian babe, strong yet sensual, her curves beckoning to be touched. Her name was Priya, and she was a woman of passion and desire. She had been yearning for release, for the touch of a lover's hands, for the feeling of skin against skin. And