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This is how we multiply |
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Pity that its not my wife |
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The friction of skin |
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The trembling sigh |
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This is how our bodies move |
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With everything that we could lose |
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Pushing us deeper still |
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The sheets and the sweat |
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The seed and the spill |
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The bitter pill yet undiscovered |
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Gideon is in the drawer |
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Clothes scattered on the floor |
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Shes arching her back |
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She screams for more |
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Oh my sweet rapture |
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I hear Jesus calling me home |
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Finally a chance to breath |
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Reaching for the fallen sheets |
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Collapsing in a glowing heap |
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We've gone too far |
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We've done too much |
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We have to quit it |
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Just one more kiss |
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Just one more touch |
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Please 10 more minutes |
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This feels so good. . . |
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Just barely moving. . . |
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The tension building. . . |
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Our bodies working. . . |
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To Reach the goal. . . |
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Oh my sweet rapture |
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I hear Jesus and the angels singing |
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Hallelujah |
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Calling me to enter the promise land. |
