she ran like a thunderstorm to get me, fast and bold and striking. her hands were strong and warm and alive, so alive that i felt the adrenaline in her blood pump into mine. we hooked hands, crushed lips, and crumpled hair in her black beetle. how could something so right be so wrong?
adam and eve, not adam and steve.
but it's not cheating if it's with a girl?
she was proclaimed a heathen, with her long, dark hair, dark eyes, and dark ink. but i loved her. i loved her script running over biceps and under ribs, tattoos meant to last a lifetime.
and although our ink wasn't strong enough to match the one on her skin, she will always be remembered in the script on my soul. heathens are heroes too.
- neeha
