Rapture

This is how we multiply

Pity that it's not my wife

The friction and skin

The trembling sigh

This is how bodies move

With everything 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 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

Halleluiah

Calling me to enter the promised land