you crumpled your ******* and put them in your jacket
in a parking lot, in his car, in the cold.
you'd covered your nakedness with his blanket
like Eve with the leaves as the stories was told.
although you had anticipated the outcome of the night
you'd planned to go.  
you had prayed numerous times for the cup to pass
from your hold.
but when the night got cold, eagerly you had fold.
like Isaac in the bible, we meditate out in the fields
for someone to come comfort our souls.
Our father knows this, for Rebekah is on the road.
how long do we hold on for this love to be behold?
our eyes are dropping, setting the like sun.
patient is dismounting from our caravan for the trip is long.
lust is slowly uncovering its veil
will complacency and mistrust prevail?
will we open those gates to change the course of fate?
so now you bent your knees to *** in the cold.
in an alleyway with the lights on your face.
for from this day, you had done a deed
that cannot be unchanged.
it's not like anything changed
God still loves you all the same.
but there is condemnation, and there is shame
going through your brain.
But it was fun and you might do it all again.