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