Permissible Predation

You are a feather on the rhythm

I'm the wind beneath the noise

You think you're floating with them

But I'm about to throw your poise

I beckon you to beckon me

To question not your cannidacy

As my new night's necessity

For one on which to feed

Your soft caress is more than sweet

But mine will take you off your feet

And this is merely the beginning

Don't be surprised if the room starts spinning

But, trust me, you're the one who's winning

If I give you what you give me

In a form with much more feeling

Then you give me for less than free

Two things I find apealing

Does this make me a whore?

Who cares when I want more?

You are a feather on the rhythm

I'm the wind beneath the noise

You think you're floating with them

But I'm about to throw your poise

And lift you to new joys