Mine
I stare at her, unable to tear my eyes away.
Harley Quinn.
Long, golden waves of silky hair flow freely, framing her baby blue eyes.
She is irresistable.
As if on cue, she meets my gaze.
"Mistah J?" I hear her ask, in her sweet, syrupy voice.
Harls...if only you knew...
How lovely, how beautiful you are...
To me.
If only she knew how weak she made me, how strong.
I want to kiss her every moment, every day, just so she'll know.
The gutteral snarl rips its way through my teeth, simply declaring, simply stating,
"Mine."