Senses overloaded

You read in books about how a girls lovers lips burn with passion, but his lips aren't like that. They are warm, like melted butter, and gentle as a summer breeze. when his lips touch my skin it melts into little puddles full of love. And his hands, they are kind and comforting, running over every curve like water from a brook. His arms are safe, they wrap around me like they are where I belong, constantly pulling be closer. I can't ever get enough of him, I would breath his air all day if I could. He is funny and playful, always teasing, kissing me when I can't have him, holding me close, but not close enough, saying things that make me blush. When we are apart he is all I can think about.