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the illusion of my submission, sir ~ rescinded
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