Once there was a night beneath a moonless sky, too dark to see a thing too dark to even try.
I stole to your side, to tell you I must go. I couldn't see your face, but sensed you even so.
And I touched you. And I felt you. And I heard those ravishing refrains. The music of your pulse. The singing in your veins. And I held you. And I touched you. And embraced you. And I felt you. And with every breath and every sigh. I felt no longer scared. I felt no longer shy. At last our feelings bared beneath a moonless sky.
And blind in the dark, as soul gazed into soul; I looked into your heart and saw you pure and whole.
Cloaked under the night with nothing to suppress, a woman and a man no more and yet no less.
And I kissed you. And caressed you. And the world around us fell away, we said things in the dark, we never dared to say. And I caught you. And I kissed you. And I took you. And caressed you. With a need to urgent to deny. And nothing mattered then except for you and I. Again and then again, beneath a moonless sky.
And when it was done, before the sun could rise ashamed of what I was afraid to see your eyes. I stood while you slept and whispered a goodbye. And slipped into the dark beneath a moonless sky.
And I loved you, yes I loved you. I'd have followed any where you led. I woke to swear my love, and found you gone instead.
And I loved you. And I loved you. And I left you. Yes I loved you. And I had to both of us knew why. We both knew why. And yet I won't regret from now until I die. The night I can't forget, beneath a moonless sky.