A New Beginning and an End

She had a striking tattoo. A black and white horse, in full gallop, ran along her right side from the top of her thigh to her breast. As might be surmised from the tattoo, she was an equestrian. Her large muscular thighs beautiful, powerful. She was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She was also distant, cold. Her cruel interior hidden behind an artifice of warmth. Her beauty, though difficult to define, was instantly apparent to all who met her. I loved her. But this love was a betrayal. It was not the kind of love that she desired from me. Ultimately, this was our undoing.