Poems
For
The
Batman
3
Kiss
From
My
Enemy
Hell has no fury, like a women scorned
Like a feline, she will stalks her prey
Clinging to shadows
Waiting to unleash hell
Like a missile in black
She launches
Her target in site
She envelopes her catch
I have tasted her
I have stroked her
I have loved
And scorned her
And when she purrs
For you
Then will you know
What it is like
To be kissed
From my enemy