Blame It on the Moon

My heart beats
As I close in on your lips
Let out a sigh
As my hands touch your hips

Eyes closed
Your slight resisting
So far in
Now only insisting

To your satisfaction
There is no disguise
As I would assume
From your stuttering sighs

Body quivers
As if breaking down all doors
Pull my body
Tighter against yours

Soft kisses down your neck
Moans of passion stirs
The woman in you
As if it was your first