Learning to swim

I love when he touches me. His hands on my skin feel so euphoric. they burn my skin in just the right way I love it there so warm to the touch. The tiniest feeling is like him saying I love you without having to say it the way he kisses me is like I'm drowning in his presence. I'm so far underwater while knowing I'll survive. when he puts his hands on my waist I pray he'll never let go. All the way from his fingers to his soul I feel him. every little motion, little feeling he gives me. I love the sensations. when he traps me in his arms I know I am safe. His chest is like being held in the arms of life itself it gives me life the very reason I breath. But when all is said and done he turns to me. With his strong gental arms, he holds me. suddenly I can breath again my heads above water and I realize it was never under. the feeling he gives is quite but beautiful like death and life has whispered to me "your safe." when he let's go he holds me close to him "I mean something to him?" I suddenly realize that being crushed by his chest is comfortable. Feeling caged by him is safe and the air I breath? Is free.