Defence Mechanism

You pressed yourself against me, as far as our clothed bodies would allow.  Even underneath all those layers, I couldn’t keep you far enough away from me.  Every time you came down for more I was molded into the couch cushions, and every time I wished they would swallow me whole.  This had happened times before.  I was consumed with the memories as in your mind I gasped for more.

“Baby, your heartbeats racing.” You whispered against my neck.  Still, the layers weren’t enough as you could hear my heart thumping rapidly against my chest just as easily as I could hear it throbbing in my ears. I was smothering under your weight and somehow you managed to crawl under my protective shell; I could no longer breathe. 

“It will be fun, they’ll never know.”  I kept my eyes glued on the television as I held my breath, my layers having been stripped away.  Securely under the blankets, your slimy fingerprints of sin burned like lit kerosene--making my abdomen clenched and quiver.

I didn’t make a sound.