The Concubine...

He walks mild steps
on a misty path to her
mysterious abode
wanting to love...
On a misty path to her
heavenly dwelling
he wanders
hoping being loved...
He enters that fragrance filled
dorm, mellow stepped
searching his paramour
like a bombus...
Exploring like a bumble
reaches to his concubine
in a red lit room, waiting
to be loved...
His blood rushes through
lengths and breadths of
veins, with he longing
to love, being loved...
Excitement supersedes love
trips over stupefied; only to
look hazy eyed, hours later
at his beau, who’s about
to pierce sharp fangs...