The music of heartbeat is our only sound...

The slower the kiss, the faster the heartbeat...
Enticing again to be in the love seat...
Undressing, caressing, expressing our love...
You're gentle and close and then swiftly above...

The slower the movements, the higher the stars...
It's clear I'm from Venus and you are from Mars...
We're two different planets about to collide...
About to embark on the sexiest ride...

The slower the breathing, the faster the pulse...
No time to think clear, we react on impulse...
You're picking up speed, with a dare in your eyes...
Your hand touches mine and I feel butterflies...

Momentum is building, lips show intense need...
You choose to proceed by reducing the speed...
The slower the movements, the higher the sky...
We're no longer riding, we're ready to fly...

In love and quite breathless, we need to descend...
You're such a great pilot, who knows how to land...
I know we've returned, but I can't feel the ground...
The music of heartbeat is our only sound...

We're catching our breath, then you kiss me once more...
And all of a sudden we're ready to soar...
A kiss after kiss, lead to morning sunrise...
We're picking up speed and closing our eyes...