The Bat Juice 

Trace of a pencil, shaping figures
Small in the waste, bubble in da booty
Corsets of leather and lace strung tight
Breasts lifted high in a bodysuit that snuggles just right
Purrs heard through the lines
Shaded black of a sultry feline
Stilettos lifting the spirits
Of little boys reading comics
More evil doers than heroes
Side kicks to venomous crawlers
Sewers flowing with criminals seeking attention
The likes of jokers, riddlers and penguins
Never an act, if you can’t tell
The sweet demonic allure of Harley Quinn
You think after living with Mistah J, she’d be used to pain
Until she sighs…”hi puddin, miss me?” in refrain
Ivy’s poison, laced on lips
One kiss will kill
Another will thrill
Life in her hands
Woven strands
That holds her desired intended
The knight dressed in black apprehended
A sinister love triangle
Caught in a webs tangle
Villainess ladies who lure and seduce
Gotham’s prodigal son Bruce
To get to The Bat Juice


21 thoughts on “The Bat Juice 

  1. wow this was a walk down memory lane! I haven’t read a batman comic in ages but I well remember those vixens you mention! I liked Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy and cat woman too. They were strong ladies who did what they pleased 🙂

    1. Ha! Nathalie, ma cheri. Playful devil, oui?

      The company I work for sold to a Québécois company. I have to learn French. Isn’t that amazing! I’m so excited. cara, Thank you for the visit 🙏➰❤️

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