This is how we multiply 

Pity that its not my wife 

The friction of skin 

The trembling sigh 



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 

Shes arching her back 

She screams for more 



Oh my sweet rapture 

I hear Jesus calling me home 



Finally the chance to breath 

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 10 more minutes 



This feels so good. . . 

Just barely moving. . . 

The tension building. . . 

Our bodies working. . . 

To Reach their goal. . . 



Oh my sweet rapture 

I hear Jesus and the angels singing 

Hallelujah 

Calling me to enter the promise land.