Rescinding My Submission

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night that is when I grab my emotion by the horns and push him to kneel before me the illusion of my submission, sir ~ rescinded