Rapture

This is how we multiply Pity that it's not my wife The friction and skin The trembling sighs This is how the bodies move With everything that we could lose Pushing us deeper still The sheets and the sweat The seed and the spill The bitter pill yet undiscovered Gideon is in the drawer Clothes scattered on the floor She's arching her back She screams for more "Oh my sweet rapture I hear Jesus calling me home" Finally a chance to breathe Reaching for the fallen sheets Collapsing in A glowing heap We've gone too far We've done too much We have to quit it Just one more kiss Just one more touch Please ten more minutes This feels so good Just barely moving The tension building Our bodies working To reach the goal Oh my sweet rapture I hear Jesus and the angels Singing "Hallelujiah" Calling me to enter the promised land