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I became impatient with myself
standing on the precipice of twilight

I know the things the dark visors
and I wish to dominate all sinfully
delicious places within it

I want to be the one to hand feed
dominance and not be the recipient of it

submitting only when the need arises
no longer tethered to my proclivities

while simultaneously indulging in
a world of unknowns

eyes narrow to a point conforming to the greying
aggression as it spills out into the merciless night

nature shames when there is no clear direction
allowing your mastery of control to penetrate me

maybe I thought I needed a stern and steady hand
but only on the parts you could physically touch

and unlike my body, my mind is the one place
you sir, have no possession over

when the light absorbs the waning dark of night
that is when I grab my emotion by the horns
and push him to kneel before me

the illusion of my submission, sir ~ rescinded

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