Rapture کے بول

This is how we multiply Pity that it's not my wife The friction and 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 She's 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 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 Hallelujah Calling me to enter the promise land.