The Ruler’s Concubine

The luscious, obedient concubine
With a face so pretty and a touch so fine
Innocently submits to her ruler’s design,
For he wills it – for she is one of the nine.

Her hands perform and she disrobes,
Rendering bare two magnificent globes,
She removes two earrings from her lobes,
And shows him love sans kingly robes…

For his majesty, a well-timed fate,
Into the sheets, not a moment too late,
Engaging his loyal, subservient mate
Through her warm, well-traveled gate.

Allowed to leave, his dreams made well,
She kindly stands and bids him farewell.
He eyes her again, for they both can tell,
It was time well spent, as both egos swell…