More Like A Hurricane

I still think about Breezy.

That's mostly because she's in my English class...but even when she's not right across the room, her memory creeps into my mind.

I think of her long blonde hair...
Her soft skin
Her bright blue eyes
Her defined cheekbones
The way she looked in skirts
Her calves
Her delicate hands

Her pointy teeth
Her thin, smirking lips
Her lashing tongue
Her back, always turned
Her long fingernails
Her bitchy cackle
Her dismissive glances...

She was my many firsts.

But I knew we would never last.