He pulls me close and holds me tight in his arms.
My body goes rigid with the thought,
Of past lovers who were a little too harsh.
He places a hand on my head,
And runs his fingers softly through my curls.
My body relaxes with a sigh.
Loving him, is like breathing.
When he holds me,
It's like my body could sink into his.
  My fears melt into the warmth of his chest
And my eyes softly drift closed.

The way he holds me
Is soft,
  And secure.
  I hold him close, and pray that he never lets go.