I wanna make love to the moon,
just lie down on it’s curvin’ smile,
and rock to the tune of starshine
while my eyes witness sparks of love.
 
Wanna just wallow thoroughly
holdin’ on around its girth;
close my eyes and feel cold heat
that on earth there’s nothin’ like.
 
Wanna feel that moon dust on my lips,
make so very many trips inside;
lickin’ the gud from its yellow
and gulpin’ the essence of gold.
 
My body craves the feelin’
and is constantly reelin’ from it;
nothin’ can compare to love up there
ridin’ on the curve of the moon.