With Your Soft Lips Poem by Gert Strydom

With your soft lips on my cheek
I am caught in moments that draw out,
I am melting in every beautiful gaze,
with eyes flaming and touching
you let my time linger in moments

and near to each other in trust
you voice sounds like birdsong
and we are both affectionate;
with your soft lips.

Sometimes you look scared,
as if I am going grab or catch you
and at other times you understand,
when we kiss each other pleasantly
without getting our feelings in restraint;
with your soft lips.