Concrete Concubine

I am a kept woman, 

concubine to the King of Concrete. 

Do I amuse?  Draw you in?  Closer now, come in, come in.  I am a collector of men.  See how the land you pick through lies,  I have been told that I surprise... 
I have been told    in flashed winks  and smiles of anticipation  in rooms where I am merely decoration  that I unsettle. 
Do you dare?  Beware,  I handmaiden of high-rise  dwell in air and there lies  a paradise  many flatly strain to reach.