Philosopher Kings (The)
Charms
sleep, my love
dream warm and hard and true
in pieces, in colors
in a cloud of awkward blue
hold, my hand
I feel the things you tell no man
move through you, so easy
where it's a knife that cuts me through
and you bring me your charms
in the cool of your soft little hands
in the heat of your legs
and you arms
you bring me your charms
in, my arms
in the circle of my arms
you're my baby, my lover
that is warm and hard and true
when you bring me your charms
in the cover of our evening sheets
in the twist of our legs and our arms
you bring me your charms
From Letras Mania