The Cat's Back

Your calloused fingertips

feel like nails on my back,

I imagine this is what a

cat must feel as his owner

runs his fingers down the

cat's back, arching it in

pleasure.

A sort of pleasure that

is innocent. You continue

to run, run your fingers

down and up

and down.

I lay next to you with

tears in my eyes, I know

this innocence won't last

another minute. I will no

longer be a cat, but an

object of lust again to

your calloused fingertips.