Walls

"You have walls," said her mother. "You have walls so high you'll never be able to tear them down."

She protested vehemently, but as she lays in his embrace curled tightly in a fetal position she idly wonders if maybe her mother wasn't right. This man, whose face was intimately pressed between her thighs not minutes before, whose wicked tongue sent her pulse racing and fists clenching...this man was now being forcibly distanced from her.

"Can you move your knees? I want to hold you closer."

She curls closer into his chest wanting his warmth but tightens her fetal ball refusing his request.