Meandering Lips...

As you turned,
In the circle of my arms,
I was concerned,
By the wobbles in your charms.
Your lips,
I watched them for a while,
Their flips,
Between a pout and a smile.
In one swift movement,
Spanning all of a moment,
You were at either pole,

Wait, what was my role?
Had I got so close,
That I couldn't but
           step on your toes?