This is how we multiply    Pity that its not my wife    The friction of skin    The trembling sigh       This is how our 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 a 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 the goal. . .       Oh my sweet rapture    I hear Jesus and the angels singing    Hallelujah    Calling me to enter the promise land.