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

The Eye of the Storm

On my knees in silence.
The winds of our need quiet.
The rain of our passion dwindles.
Time stands still.

    In the eye of the storm.
    I wait.

        Battered.
        Raw.
        Yet still strong and fierce.
         I survived.



The imminent demand of dark clouds stalk the horizon.
I bite my faint smile of anticipation.
Distant thunder growls its menacing warning.
That I instead embrace.

    In the eye of the storm.
    I wait.

        My roots of loyalty and honor.
        Keep me grounded.
        I brace myself knowing...
        I will survive.



Violence trembles in my peripheral vision.
This storm will soon break once more.
Across my stoic soul.
And a storm surge of hunger will overwhelm every that I am.

    In the eye of the storm.
    I wait.

        To unleash my sexual fury.
        And drown in His dark greed.
        Through a surrender to my own Truth.
        I will have survived.

~DominaKat

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