Two young hearts beat quickly,
Faster with every breath they take,
Knowing that in tonights moon light,
It's sweet love they intend to make.

Four hands sweat with anticipation,
Going where ever they feel the need to go,
Shaking rather nervously,
Yet trying to go within the flow.

Two bodies holding on to one another,
They're holding on so tight,
Wanting to make every moment last,
They want this night to be just right.

One trembles, the other screams in vain,
Knowing that, after tonight,
Nothing is going to be the same.

Two hearts begin to slow,
Where their minds are we'll never know,
The place they've left, with no regret,
For to go there again, they may never go.