The Poets Ch. 04

The Poets:

Chapter Four

Leah adjusted the pillows behind my head propping me up. Our twenty years together had done little to diminish her beauty. She still took my breath away. She was healthy in her middle age, while I could barely rise from my bed. I was attached to an oxygen tube that kept me breathing. She leaned down and kissed my lips.

One eye still drooped slightly and she smiled with a crooked smile, a lasting remnant of that horrific accident long ago. I thought it made her look all the more interesting, and I am not ashamed to say sexier. It certainly didn't diminish her beauty.

"I love you," I said. It was barely audible and more like mouthing the words. She smiled and brushed the hair across my forehead.
"I love you, my darling," she replied. "Are you ready?" I winked at her.

She stepped to the end of the bed, placed her hand on her chest and cleared her throat. She rocked up on her toes once and giggled before starting. Her face became serious and she began to speak in a deep, clear voice.

The old king sat on his throne,And gazed at the warrior before him;
She was clad in leather,
With bracelets of gold.
Her flaming red hair streaked with grey.

Leah flipped her hair with one hand.

"Leah my warrior consort,"
"Once again you must leave my bed."

Leah began to strut back and forth as she spoke.

"The forces of darkness are poised on our border
With blood lust aflame in their heads."

She swept her hands through the air.

"Ride out with your purity,
Ride out with your sword,
Lead our armies to meet the foe."

She clutched her hands as if in prayer.

"But come back my Leah,
Come back to my bed;
God forbid that my feet might get cold."

She doubled up laughing. I laughed and began coughing. She started to come next to the bed, but I held my hand up and waved it around signifying she should continue.

Leah had written this poem as an anniversary present, and I desperately needed her to finish. She looked at me with concern, and then regained her performance face and started in again.

She made the motion of drawing a sword from its scabbard.

She drew her broad sword,
As long as her leg,
And saluted her lover and king;
She bowed so low,
Her breasts did show,
And the king's stately member stirred.

She stifled a giggle. As sick as I was, my member did start to stir.

"I will crush the enemy!"
She said in repose,
Letting the king feasts his eyes.
"And when I return," the warrior vowed,
"The king and his consort
Will melt in the heat
That burns between both of our thighs.

Leah's attention had focused on the tent forming under the sheet as my kingly member continued to rise. She stopped reciting her poem and walked to the side of the bed.

"Are you okay, my love," she touched the top of the tent and then wrapped her hand around it. Her face held a serious expression of concern.

"Ooooo, you are swollen and feverish. Should I call an ambulance?" I tried to laugh without coughing and slapped her hand away.
"Continue, angel," I whispered through my ragged breath. She gave it a gentle squeeze, leaned down and kissed the head of my erect penis throbbing under the sheet.

She adorned herself in war paint,
And banners of her lord and love;
With broad sword, dagger and chain mail
She called on the power of the dove;
Honor through service,
Peace through strength
Let us crush or enemy this day;

Leah beat her chest and made a ferocious face marching around the foot of the bed.

And she led ten thousand
To the camp at the border
Where two armies would meet their fate.

She made the motion of pulling the broad sword.

A village was burning;
Our people had died;
Children sat crying in the dirt.
As the warrior consort
Rode her stallion steed,
She met a young boy in the woods.

"Follow me, lad,"
She gave him her hand
And pulled him up on her horse.
"Today we'll avenge
The death of our folk
Including your pap and your mam.

She made the motions of riding a horse.

She rode throughout the fray,
Across a field soaked in blood,
Putting her sword to the foe.

She waved her arm from side to side swinging her imaginary broad sword.

The boy clung tight
All through the fight
Until an arrow pierced her side.
The horse stumbled and fell,
Over its head they soared,
The King's consort
Came up with her blade.

Her movements continued to mirror the story. She clutched her wounded side.

Slash to the right!
Slash to the left!
She cut a path
With the boy on her heals.
Closer they fought
Until space there was naught
Between herself and the enemy chief.

She looked up as if she were looking at a giant.

She lunged;
He parried;
He laughed in her face
Then drove his blade into her chest.

Leah grabbed her breast, made a deathly face and stumbled side to side.

Her broad sword fell
At the feet of the boy;
He reached down,
And tried to lift it.
The enemy chief
Reached out with his blade,
Stained with Leah's blood.
He slapped the boy
With the broad flat side,
And laughed in an evil voice.

"Get up boy," Leah cried;
"For your mam and your pap;
Battle until your dead."
"I can't," he cried;
"I'm too afraid."

Then the evil giant
Stepped over the boy
With a snarl upon his lips.
"Now you'll die, boy,"
The giant swore.
"Just like your mother
Who begged for her life;
I slit her throat, the whore."

Leah's face imitated the snarling lips.

As the King's consort
Slipped closer to death,
The boy wrapped his hand
Around the hilt of the sword
That bore the crest of the king.
And the enemy chief
Looked up at the sky
As he raised his own sword high.
In that one fatal moment,
With all of his strength,
The boy struck with Leah's sword.

It cut in deep
To the belly of the beast
And the chief look so surprised.
A fountain of blood
As black as the night
Gushed out and he quickly died.
The reluctant warrior
Ran to Leah,
She smiled and said,
"Well done.
"You have saved the kingdom,
Take the sword to our Lord."
Then she died
In the young lad's arms.

Leah threw her hand back across her face to signify her death. I applauded as best I could. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
This was one of many readings and skits she performed for me all our years together. Leah came to the side of the bed grinning.

"You like?" She asked.

"It was wonderful," I whispered. "You are wonderful."

"Happy Anniversary, baby." She kissed me and caressed the side of my face. She looked down to where a tent had existed when I was aroused.

"Oh," she exclaimed and ran her hand around in a circle over my groin area. "The swelling has gone down. I guess we won't need that ambulance after all."

I looked at her knowing full well, no matter how ill I was, she could still get a rise out of me.

"Hummm," she said. "I still feel some fever there and...oh, oh, I think its swelling up again. Should I call the doctor?" I chuckled.

Leah stroked my rising cock until it was fully erect. She carefully raised the sheet and peered underneath. She made a concerned face and shook her head.

"It's bad; real bad. I think this needs some serious attention and I know just what to do."

She pulled the sheet down exposing my penis. She gently traced her finger tips along the shaft and caressed the glans. I groaned and took a deep breath of oxygen from my breathing tube. Her fingers tickled down and curved under me; she took my testicles in her tiny soft hand. I spread my legs giving her more room.

While one hand caressed my balls, the other lightly moved up and down my penis with feathery touches. God, she knew exactly how to touch me. She looked into my eyes the whole time with an angelic smile on her face.

"I love to touch you, sweetheart," she said. "Your balls fit so perfectly in my hand. Your cock is so hot and hard." She squeezed it harder and slowly stroked it from the rim of the head to its base. I mouthed the words, I love you. She mouthed them back at me.

When she leaned down and kissed the head of my cock, I moaned, reached down and touched her curly hair. I loved how her hair felt in my fingers, especially when her lips were around my erection. She swirled her soft, wet tongue around the glans and I gasped, took a deep breath and pulled her hair forcing her mouth down lower along my cock. She giggled and squeezed my balls. I shuddered.

Leah slid one hand across my belly and over my chest until her fingers ran across my lips. I kissed them and she slipped one finger inside my mouth. I sucked on it and she moved it in and out finger fucking my lips.

After several minutes of her continued play, Leah pulled her shirt off over her head. Her beautiful breasts were always a welcome sight to my eyes. She unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She flashed me her devilish grin, slid her fingers under the waste band of her panties and slowly pushed them down her legs. When her soft bush of red pubic hair came into view, my cock twitched and I took another deep breath.

"I know just what you need, my love." She crawled onto the bed like a large cat, swung her leg over my body and hovered above me. She dragged her nipples across my lips, and I drew one into my mouth and sucked. Leah moaned.

"Oh God how I love that." She moved slightly and presented the other nipple to my mouth.

She rocked her hips back and forth rubbing her hot, wet pussy against my pulsating cock. She had a look of shear ecstasy on her face. Eventually those movements spread her outer lips, and the glans of my penis nudged its way inside her. She continued her rocking motion rubbing her clit over my glans moaning each time it rubbed that precious little pearl I had sucked on so many times. When it suddenly slipped passed the inner lips and slid into her vagina, she let out a little cry and lowered her hips burying my cock inside her. I gurgled a bit unable to speak. It was heavenly.

"Marty, I love your cock inside me. You make me feel so good." Her eyes were rolled back in her head as she slid on and off my ridged member. She became wetter with each long stroke. I took deeper breaths from the oxygen tube.

"I want your seed me, baby," she said. "Fill me up, Marty. Cum for me."

All I could do was lay there, but I could tell that she was about to get her wish. Her hips began moving rapidly. Her breath heaved in her chest. Her small body twitched and she cried out between moans and groans.

My entire body vibrated with pure pleasure. There was a sudden cascade of electricity that surged into my groin, and I erupted in an explosive orgasm filling Leah with my seed Her vagina squeezed my cock in her own orgasmic eruption. She collapsed on my chest screaming like a wounded animal. My semen spurted into her over and over and her vaginal fluids trickled out and dribbled down around my now shrunken balls. We both twitched and spasmed for several moments as the energy slowly dissipated. She clung to me in our afterglow, and I held her as tight as I could.

When me cock finally relaxed, it slid out of her and she rolled to the side cuddling with her arms and legs.

"My love," she whispered and kissed my neck. "I'm so happy."

"I love you dearly, Leah," I whispered back, turned my head and kissed her lips. I stopped long enough to lift the breathing tube out of the way. Then I kissed her in earnest, exploring her mouth with my tongue.

We lay like that for a long time. When I sensed she was falling asleep, I asked Leah for my lap top.

"I'd like to add a line in my journal, love, before I sleep." She smiled, reach the computer on the night stand, and set it up on my lap. Then she snuggled next to me and fell instantly asleep. I started to type.

My precious, precious Leah,

Who came into my life

When I needed a Life,

When I needed a purpose to live.

You gave me more

Than I could have

Ever dreamed for;

You made my life complete.

Thank you my love,

For choosing me,

When anyone else

You could have.

I've been lost in a dream,

As sweet as can be,

A dream in the heart of your soul;

I am yours now

And ever more,

Lost in the dream of you.

I'm tired now. I think this is the perfect time. I think I'm ready for that last long nap.

Good night, my sweet, my love, good night...