My control, your surrender.

My control, your surrender. If I tell you to lift your eyes, you will. Slow, deliberate, giving me the moment exactly how I want it. I decide how long you hold my gaze, how deep you fall into it, how much of me you are allowed to see. You wait on my command, knowing it’s the only thing that moves you forward. I guide your silence, your thoughts, the way your body obeys even when you try to resist. And when I have had enough, I take it back, leaving you caught in the pull of what you thought was yours, but was only ever mine.