Terminatrix

The kind of woman you'd die for,

if you were at all a man. All she

needed to do was cast her spell,

her Indra's net, and whatever man

was helpless, gone for good. She

was Mother Nature in Kali form.

Biker Momma with notches on 

her pussy. You didn't have to be 

concerned about equality of the 

sexes with her. She was better 

than you in every way. You could

see her, walking away from the 

Nuclear mushroom cloud in a 

new long green silk dress, bottle

of Southern Comfort in one hand,

automatic shotgun in the other.

"Where's the party?"  she smiles.

that girl.....