Behind the Red Door (Deluxe Edition)

Agapetos: The month of the Rosary.

In the sanctity of the sanctum, I sanctify you with your sweat

Sacrilege on the alter as we get it wet

I lower my hands, the rosary beads fall to the floor

The watch falls to the ground, and then a little more

And lower still, you part your lips to give me a benediction

I lower mine for a sip of your salvation

And lower still, I send the Holy Spirit down your throat

Cleanse your chest with my lips till you feel the Holy Ghost

And lower still, you feel butterflies in your belly

Your hands in my hair, my chest on your body

And lower still, you shut your eyes,

You lick your lips, your mouth dries

And deeper still, you arc your back against the cathedra

Your nails enter my skin, your grasp gets tighter

And deeper still, till you lose yourself in the game

You part your lips and say my name

And deeper still, I drive you past the edge

You get a taste, just a taste, of heaven

And deeper still, with hell's fire burning between your legs

The devil in your eyes, angels sing in your head

And deeper still, the bliss engulfs you like a flash

Your body shudders, the angels blush...