Charm

Wallow in my luxury

Avow the man I want to be

My thick cologne and broken bones

are hot when you're away from me

My boots were on too tight, you see

That man you met, that wasn't me

My eyes were crossed, my mind was lost

My corset laced too rigidly

My vice is my carnality

The decadence, vitality

What holy men call evil

is where love finds it's morality

So thunder, lightning, rain, or sleet

I won't come home without the meat

Riding out the worst of storms

I'll charm you babe, without conceit

-BD