Coy Concubine

Waiting for Coy Concubine
In the floating bed
This warrior has poured the wine
Before appetites are fed
 
Spirits watching from above
All knowing fully well
She's practiced in the ways of love
So no need to cast a spell
 
Listen to the strumming lyre
As the hour grows late
Will add more fuel to the fire
Burning lower with the wait
 
But patience may finally pay
So just wait and see
It could be she'll finally stay
And become my bride to be.