I Take Your Fingers In Both Of My Hands Poem by Gert Strydom

I take your fingers in both of my hands
see a smile in your eyes, on your mouth and teeth

and far away from reality I am taken
into a time of sudden wild joy and happiness.

A tear runs down your face while unexpectedly you do cry
and that which is between us becomes something more firm and deeper.

In our embrace and kisses there is something that we do not expect
a new discovery, an adventure full of beauty,

it's the kind of pleasure that a person thinks must be sin,
the kind of thing of which you do only read in women's books

and where we cling to each other for mere moments
I do love you like no other woman.