In Tatters

I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply

A Drenched Soul

I've been piecing together words, thoughts, feelings, but how can I be a poet or a storyteller or even fucking literate when I can barely handle the blaze of endless memories?  Fuck.  He gave me one of the best fucking nights of my life, and my mind can't really yet take it all in.

I fly on the currents of our beautiful storm still twenty-four hours later.  My body aches deliciously.  My soul is freer than ever.  My mind...shit...I struggle to string it all together.  Our dark twin Beasts...so well fucking matched.

Him.  My Lion.  ~sigh~ Stunning.  Fearless.  My fierce Warrior pushed me further than anyone ever.  He peeled back my truth and feasted Himself on my soul as I came endlessly.

And the most exquisite perfect moment...
One of the deepest, most intimate...
The one that had forever been in my mind...
In my deep dark fantasies...
Was simply just there...

And tears just slipped down my face at how tightly He held me in my most whorish of Truths.
Fuck...
Joy is truly hard to hold sometimes.
I simply let the flood of its abundance drench my soul.
~DominaKat

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