She blew into the party
like an F5,
hellbent
on making things happen,
she stood by the keg
guzzling straight from the spigot.

The ace of spades on her forearm
& teardrop painted on her face
should have been a warning,
but I always liked wild women,
especially the tornado-type.

She lived up to all the hype
& left me in the dust
& I gotta tell you,
it was worth every f'ing minute,
getting blown away like that.