diamonds from ash

the most pathetic mewling i’ve ever let escape me, but i bet i can dig even deeper if i have to. this is just ordinary everyday brain traffic after all.

content warnings:
petplay, degradation (a little), bondage/restraint (also a little)

tell me you love me.

but don’t forget,
when you do,
that i’m just a stupid cat-
just a dumb little pet-
and i cannot understand your words.
they mean nothing to me.

so tell me you love me.
in more than words that i cannot understand.
tell me you love me
in the tone of your voice,
in the way it rumbles and vibrates
in your chest and throat,
so tender and warm.
in tones i can understand so well,
even if the words make no sense
to my stupid cat ears.

tell me you love me
in the touch of your hand,
as it caresses my cheek,
as your fingers slip under my jaw
and tease along it,
or slip lower down
to touch and stroke my neck
or simply feel my pulse.

tell me you love me
with those arms of yours,
so warm and welcoming,
wrapping around me so close and tight
that i could not squirm away from you,
even if i wanted to.

(make me not want to.
make sure i know i am loved.)

tell me you love me
with your acceptance of me;
keep me not at a distance.
don’t close yourself off from me,
don’t deny me the warmth of you
that you know i desperately crave
as a chilly little beast,
as a stupid little cat
clinging to any source of heat,
running on pure instinct.

tell me you love me
with possessive desire.
place your collar around my neck,
clip your leash upon me,
lead me, pull me, wherever you want.
so long as you desire it,
so long as you desire me,
to keep me for yourself, to own me,
my weak little heart
will ever be full and content.

tell me you love me.
not with words that mean nothing,
but in every other way
that a pet can comprehend,
so that even a stupid cat will realize
it is loved,
despite all odds.