Hurricane Jessica

I'm the eye of the hurricane,
the vortex of a tornado.


You won't know what hit you
when you meet me.


You'll be swept off your feet
in the tempests of my passion.


They say it's easy
to fall in love with me.


They say my kisses are whirlwinds;
they will make you dizzy.


I only stick around temporarily,
a quick romance before I'm gone.


But there be so much evidence
of my presence in your world.


I will destroy you in

a tragically beautiful way.


So good luck picking up the pieces
when I leave you in the rubble.


Then you will know why they name
storms after people.

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