On…
Off…
Black mask on…
Tux off…
Latex costume on…
Leather jacket off…
Self destruction on…
Self preservation off…
Curiosity on…
Anxiety off…
Night dwellings on…
Boredom off…
Anticipation on…
Comfort off…
You are on….
The moon is circling over your hunched figure. You are like a creature from my nightmares, a disfigured monster from Hugo novels. Your breathing is heavy, your gaze is intolerable. You are infected with justice, you are poisonous with law. And I love you this way….
I am on….
The city is agonizing under me. It is trespassing its limitations, it is under my lusting gaze. I let latex mix with my skin, I let cat ears grow into my skull. My claws are tearing night of this city and I catch your stare at my feverishly deep red lips. And I know you love me this way.
Gotham on…
Safety off…