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The Poets Ch. 01

By: Quantuman



My third book of poetry, Running From The Light, was just published by the university press. I'd never made much money from poetry, so it was always gratifying when a stranger told me how much they liked my work. Alas, few did, since sales were usually limited to a few students and less fellow faculty members.

As one of the older professors on campus, I figured one day they'd find me slumped face down on my desk thus ending my life and career in one simple act. And it seemed poetic in a strange way. "He looked like he was napping," someone might say.

The buzzer signaled the end of my last lit class for the week.

"We'll have a quiz next week on chapters six through eight." 

I stood up and drew a line on the chalk board under the assignment. 

"I want those papers in my e-mail in-box by Sunday night at five."

As I shuffled the loose papers on my desk and slid them into my brief case, a young woman from the back of the class approached me. She was a petit red head with translucent, porcelain skin and striking blue eyes. Her shoulder length curly hair bounced as she came down the steps. She was unfamiliar to me.

"Excuse me, Dr. Warren," her light crimson lips turned up in a sweet smile. "I purchased your latest book yesterday, and I was wondering if you could sign it for me?" 

She had it tucked under her arm, and she held it out to me. Her smile and the sparkle in her eyes were infectious, and I blushed slightly when I returned the smile. I cleared my throat.

"I'd be happy to. I hear sales are brisk," I laughed and waved the book. "I've sold one whole copy."

She didn't find it humorous. She shook her red curls from side to side.

"No, I stayed up all night reading. It's wonderful. I'm recommending it to all my friends."

"Oh," I blushed again, feeling foolish. "Well...thank you. That's very sweet."

I looked up into her blue eyes. Her skin was lightly seasoned with freckles. Damned if I didn't blush again. This was an unusual reaction for me. Coeds didn't for the most part stir things up inside me. This lovely young woman, however, had a presence and quality about her that captured my attention and made me feel in a way I hadn't felt in years. The effect was immediate, and I had no idea why. It was a little scary, and I dismissed it as nonsense.

"What's your name?" I asked avoiding her eyes. "I should know it by now, and I apologize."

"Leah," she said. "But I just transferred in, so you probably haven't had time to notice me."

I began to write.

To Leah. 

Embrace the poet within.

Good luck,
Martin Warren.

"Do you write poetry?" I asked as I handed the book back.

"All my life," Leah said. "I have reams of 'Dear Diary' written in poetry, from haiku to limericks." She laughed. I smiled.

"That's wonderful. Poetry can be art and therapy all rolled into one."

"I was going through some of the earlier poems from your first book, Life Like Candle Wax," she said. "They're very moving. I really like a couple of them."

"Oh, which ones?"

This time, she blushed. The crimson flush across her face and neck nearly matched the color of her delicate lips.

"Ah," she stammered. "The ones about...love." She kept her eyes down, very self-conscious of her embarrassment but finally looked up and met my gaze. I smiled.

"Love, sweet, love," I waxed poetically. "Like breathing. So damned essential; so easy to take for granted."

"And so illusive," she added. "Like a tiny bird afraid to stay in one place too long."

That brought a huge grin across my face. She returned the smile.

"Very nice, Leah. I think the Muse has touched you too."

She blushed profusely and looked back down. She folded her hands in front of her. I reached out, took her chin in my hand and raised her head. Her eyes grew wide in wonder.

"Keep your head held high, Leah. The tiny bird may flutter in your heart, but let your eyes be those of the eagle." She responded with a smile, but her eyes began to glaze over slightly. I let go of her chin feeling awkward yet thinking how soft her skin was.

"I'd love to read some of your poems, if you're willing to share."

She blinked several times and said, "I'd be honored."

"Send your favorite to my in-box."

"Thank you, Dr. Warren. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I laughed and bowed my grey head slightly.

"The pleasure will be all mine."

She turned and bound up the stair risers of the lecture hall door. At the top, before exiting the room, she looked back, smiled and waved my book.

I sat down, took a deep breath and thought about my reaction to her. It was crazy, of course. I was in my early sixties and she was in her early twenties. I could be her grandfather, for goodness sake. Not that I intended on becoming familiar with her. I just hadn't felt this way in a long time. It had been years, even before Doris had passed, that I had these kind of tender feelings toward a woman. 

Leah was an extraordinary beauty and it was only normal to be aware of it. 

I'm not dead yet, after all.
But she's a student. I'm a professor. 
Still, she is an adult. I am an adult. 

I shook me head trying to clear the thoughts that nagged me.

"Knock it off!" I muttered. "You're an old fool."

I stood up, grabbed my brief case, and left the class room.

After a late dinner with one of my colleagues, I checked my e-mail before turning in. I was hoping one of my sons would have dropped me line, but instead I found a poem from Leah.

Dear Dr. Warren,

Thank you for your book signing, but more than that, thanks for your words of encouragement. It meant a lot to me. You are such a gifted writer, so coming from you, it was extra special. This is my favorite poem. I wrote it when I was a junior in high school. I don't think it's very good, but I like it anyway. It was how I felt at the time, and still do every now and then.

Sometimes I feel smothered
By the weight of who I am;
Each time I try and break out,
I'm pushed back down again;
Where did I come from?
Who made me this way?
Can I be a different one
Or must I hold and stay?
The path that leads to freedom
Seems hidden from my sight,
And yet I hope and pray,
I'll find that path tonight.

Still hoping tonight's the night. 
Thanks again,
Leah Parsons

I replied.

Dear Leah,

I loved the poem. Honest, straight up and from the heart. It's easy to be a critic. I don't take much stock in poetry critics. They're as useful as bucket of hot air. 

Well done. Feel free to share some more. You might try some free-form verse without any rhymed words.

Sincerely,

Martin Warren

I didn't expect to see Leah again until next Friday, so I put her out of my mind. I found no more poems in my in-box. Mid-term finals were coming in three weeks, so my days were busy with preparations. 

Wednesday morning, as I cut across campus, I stopped at a coffee kiosk for a large cup of much-needed caffeine. As I waited for my order, I felt a small tap on my shoulder and turned to see Leah, radiant and smiling.

"Good morning, Dr. Warren." Leah took one step back.

"Well, hello," I replied. "So you're a coffee junkie too."

"No, I just saw you across the quad. Thought I'd pop over and say hello."

"How nice." I paid for my coffee and realized, once again, I was blushing. I became very annoyed with myself, and I was a little tongue tied.

"Nice weather," I said lamely and disgusted.

"It's gorgeous out. I'm rereading your second book," she held it up in her hand. "All your nature poems. I love the one about the empty sky."

"Ah, yes," I nodded. "Lost in the blue translucence..."

"Like the eyes of a beautiful girl," she finished the verse. I laughed. 

"That was written years ago when I was much younger and prone to gazing into the sky and the eyes of a beautiful girl."

"You don't any more?" 

"Which?"

"Both," she said. "Gaze into the sky and a girl's eyes."

I was suddenly speechless. At that moment, I desperately wanted to look into her eyes. Instead, I stopped, tilted my head back and gazed into the sky. She stopped next to me, and I became painfully aware of her nearness. I took a long, slow and deep breath. Without meaning any silly dramatic move, I slowly lowered my head, turned and looked into her eyes. They were glistening blue pools slightly darker than the sky. After a few seconds, I broadly grinned. Leah blushed but held my gaze. A few more seconds passed, and she retuned my smile, turned and started walking. I followed.

"You know," she said. "There's something to be said about gazing into a man's eyes too. Yours are a dark, green-brown hazel, an earthy rainbow and equally as deep."

"And the sky upholds a mystery that's found in the young girl's eyes." We threw our poetic lines at each other.

"Mysteries to be unlocked," she said, elbowed me and ran off at a right angle. "See you Friday Dr. Warren." She giggled and waved. 

My brain went numb, and I continued walking in a straight line for several feet until I realized I'd missed the turn to my office. I was so flustered.

"Get a grip, Martin," I mumbled. "She's only a vision of paradise, not an angel of mercy. More an angel of torment."

For the next three hours, I sat at my desk trying to structure the coming mid-terms. I wasn't making much progress, so I opened my e-mail in-box and sorted through the papers my students had submitted. As I filed them in their appropriate class folders, a new e-mail pinged in from Leah Parsons.

Hi Dr. Warren. It was great running into you this morning. I've never meant anyone I could recite spontaneous poetry with. I think it would be fun to do more of that. Don't you? Here's something the Muse just whispered in my ear. 

Sky and eyes,
Both boundless in mystery and depth;
They lure you
In equal measure;
One to the soul of another;
The other to the soul of Life.

L

I couldn't stop my hands. They hovered over the computer keyboard as if the Muse herself had directed them. My fingers twitched a few times. I hit Reply and typed:

One Super Soul,
Threads itself through eyes and sky;
Weaving all together in a
Never ending tapestry.

I stopped and fixated on the flashing curser, lost in a trance. My office window was open, and the chirping of birds filled the air. I could feel the blood pumping through me. 

I hit Send. 

The poetic words stared back. After several minutes, I looked away from the computer screen, rocked back in my chair and stared at the ceiling.

"Okay, Marty. This isn't going to be anything more than mentor and mentee, the old poet encouraging the young poet, so everything is okay. We can go along with this as long as we keep a proper perspective."

My in-box pinged.

Once the thread is woven,
It's sealed by the kiss of fate;
Nothing out of order;
Perfect in every way.

I read and reread Leah's words. I desperately tried to steer my thoughts away from thinking she was attracted to me beyond mentorship. But a part of me wanted to think other wise. I silently curse that part.

"Of course she's not interested in you as a man, for Christ's sake! Compared to me she's still a child. Knock it off!"

I hit Reply.

Eyes and sky;
Mirrors of each other's perfection.

Click. It took a couple of minutes, and she responded.

Two mirrors facing each other,
Casting an image into the infinite.
Breathless in their union.

Breathless by the exchange, I typed and sent a smiley face response and closed my e-mail window.

"Crap! I can do this." 

No I can't. 

I folded my arms on my desk and lowered my head. 

"She's just a talented student. I will help her, mentor her and that is all." 

Of course, it would help if she were ugly.

I looked up and out my window. The quad was filled with students crossing back and forth. After a heavy sigh, I shoveled my papers into my brief case and stood up, feeling my sixty-four years in my back and hips.

That night, my sleep was restless, and in the morning, I awakened from a beautiful but disturbing dream. I dreamed I was looking into Leah's eyes and they reflected a sky filled with fluffy white clouds. What disturbed me the most was the fact I had a huge erection. That isn't terribly unusual. Men frequently awake in the morning with an erection. But coupled with the dream of Leah in the context of our poetry, I felt a deep ache inside me. And a tremendous burden of guilt.

I closed my eyes and took my swollen penis in hand. The image of Leah immediately popped into my mind.

"No!" I shouted, threw the covers off and sat up. I dropped my legs over the side of the bed and cursed.

"Don't complicate this," I said directly to my penis. "You are not going to perv on that pure, innocent girl!"

By the time, I finished my morning bathroom routines, the erection had dissipated. I brewed some coffee, blended up my usual fruit and protein smoothie and retrieved the paper from the porch.

As I drank the smoothie and read the paper, I flipped open my lap top. My e-mail in-box was filling up with student papers, one of which was Leah's. I verified that hers was this week's assignment and filed at appropriately. The final one that had come in early this morning was also from Leah.

Hi Dr. Warren. I just want to thank you again for being such a great teacher and sharing your personal time with me. Poetry is one of my passions, even though I am a Computer Science Major-English Lit Minor. 

Something weird happened last night, and I know it was just because of the poetry we wrote and recited together. I dreamed of you, and I could see a beautiful cloud filled sky reflected in your eyes. Nothing else happened. I just remember your eyes, and the clouds drifting by in reflection. It was so real, and so beautiful. I woke up with a big smile on my face.

You probably think I'm a crazy stalker coed, but I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth. I'm not crazy at all. LOL

It's just that, my favorite high school teacher told me on my last day of class, find a college professor you admire and learn all you can, because you'll never pass that way again.

My admiration is genuine. My respect is enormous. Thanks again for sharing your time with me. I'm a lucky stalker coed. 

Leah

After a minute or two, I realized I wasn't breathing. I exhaled sharply and took a deep inhale.

"Wow! I need to talk to Harry."

Harry Hasting was a fellow faculty member who always had a coed lover on hand. He was discrete and clever, and so far, after ten years at the university, he was successful at keeping his affairs hidden from the administration. I didn't want his advice on how to seduce Leah. Goodness no! I just knew he was experienced at handling younger women. All of his affairs were initiated by the coeds. Hopefully, Harry could give me some advice on how to keep things above the board with Leah.

I dialed his phone number.

"Harry? It's Marty Warren." 

"Hey what's up, doc?"

"I need some advice concerning one of my female students. Can you have lunch with me today?"

"Let me take a look at my calendar. Ah....ya, that should work out. The cafeteria at 12:30?"

"I'd rather meet off campus. Say Kelly's Pub?"

"Well, sure, doc. Am I guessing where this is going?"

"I doubt it, Harry. You just have a wealth of experience with these young women. Hopefully you can give me some advice." He laughed.

"Okay, Marty. I'll see you then."

"Thanks, Harry."

I couldn't help myself. I stopped at the same coffee kiosk, mentally cursing, and purchased a coffee I really didn't need. Leah never showed. I loathed myself all the more aching to see her again.

The morning dragged on and on. Fortunately it didn't require a lecture, and at 12:15, I crossed campus, cut down University Avenue to Kelly's Pub, and found Harry waiting at the bar.

"Thanks for coming, Harry. Let's grab a booth."

Harry Hasting was ten years younger than I, and the coeds swooned over him. He was tall, handsome and athletic. I was as tall as Harry, but sported a little mid-body bulge.

"So how the hell are you, Martin?" Harry asked as he slid into the booth.

"I'm well, Harry. How 'bout you?"

"Couldn't be better, doc. What's up? Is a hot little coed hitting on you?"

I chuckled. "Not quite. Well...maybe. I'm not sure. She a terrific student, so far, anyway. And I can see a legitimate mentorship happening, but I keep getting these little twinges of..."

"Twinges from you or her?"

"Aha...ya. That is the question. Maybe the both of us. Frankly it scares the hell out me. She's very attractive, vivacious, intelligent, attractive...did I say that?"

"Oh boy," Harry said with a grin and leaned in toward the center of the table. "Sounds to me like you're in deep shit."

"Thanks," I replied and leaned my head back against the booth just as our waiter asked for our order. When the waiter departed, I leaned in.

"What if she comes on to me?"

"Do you want her to?"

"Of course not! I mean...listen, I'm not dead. There's a part of me that wants to be swallowed alive by her. But for Christ's sake, Harry, I've never done anything like that with a student before. I'm three times her age."

"Well, doc," he said and put his hand over mine. "You aren't getting any younger. Maybe you should live a little. Pick the fruit from the tree and take a bite."

I lowered my head. Maybe Harry wasn't the best person to come to for advice.

"Harry, I only had one lover before I married Doris. We were together almost 40 years. I wouldn't know what to do if she came on to me. I probably wouldn't even recognize it when it happed."

Harry laughed. "You are in deep shit. You're twitterpated!"

"I'm what?"

"Twitterpated. And nothing fixes that until you pick the fruit and take a bite."

After lunch, we walked back to campus together. Harry wished me luck.

"If you think she's coming on to you, or you want to make a move, call me. We'll talk again then. There are some simple basic rules, and if you both follow them, nobody gets hurt, nobody finds out and everybody is happy."

I thanked him and assured him that nothing was going to happen. 

I had a late afternoon class on literature in film, and as I headed for my office, I noticed Leah sitting on a small garden bench near one of the many campus fountains. This one was secluded by a ring of shrubbery and trees. She didn't see me, so I stopped and observed her from a distance.

She sat very still, pensive and gazing into space. Splashes of sun light filtered through the trees moving gently with a light breeze. That light danced on her illuminating her red hair. Leah's beauty was breath taking. She wore a pale blue sweater and a white skirt. 

Harry was right. I was in a deep shit. My heart swelled for her. The voice in my head cursed. The last thing I wanted to do is turn away. She might see that move out of the corner of her eye, and I didn't want her to feel rejected. 

Pick the fruit and take a bite. I could hear Harry's voice in my head.

"Fuck you, Harry," I mumbled, swallowed and started walking toward Leah. When she did look, I was about twenty feet away. Her face lit up and she jumped to her feet.

"Dr. Warren! I was just thinking of you."

"Hi Leah. I was just going to my office, and I saw you sitting here quiet and thoughtful. I hope I'm not intruding."

No, not at all," she said blushing slightly. "I really was thinking about you."

"Sit down," I said. "This is a lovely spot."

"One of my favorites," she replied. "It's out of the way, so most students don't hang out here. I like the solitude."

I desperately wanted to ask her what she was thinking about. Instead, we sat in silence. The sound of the fountain, and birds and the breeze through the cottonwood trees was lovely. From the corner of my eye, I could see her bare knees next to me. Her skin was milk white and covered with freckles. I had a painful urge to touch her bare knee. Resisting that urge made it all the more painful.


The Poets Ch. 01



"Did you read my e-mail this morning," Leah finally broke the silence.

"Yes," I said and looked over at her. Leah stared into the shrubbery that surrounded us.

Her sweater hugged her small, perfect breasts accentuating their form.

"Would you like me to mentor you in poetry? You are very talented, Leah."

She snapped her head in my direction.

"Oh, Dr. Warren! Yes, yes, yes!" She erupted in joy. "I was so worried I screwed everything up with that dream business and the stalker stuff." As she turned toward me, her knee touched mine. My heart started to race. A small bolt of electricity shot through me.

"About that dream," I said. She sat back a bit, moved her knee away and became very quiet. "You probably won't believe this, but in defense of dreams, let me say I put a lot of stock in them. Last night, or rather this morning when I woke up, I had almost the exact same dream about you. I was staring into your eyes, and they reflecting the drifting clouds."

I stared at her letting that sink in. She blinked several times looking slightly confused.

"I know that sounds unbelievable," I continued. "Dreams have a way of leading us. Like the threads of destiny that weave in and out of each of us. Portents and omens? What it says to me," I said looking directly into her lovely eyes. "Is that Leah Parsons has been woven into my life for a reason. I can reject that and run away out of fear, or..."

"What would you be afraid of?" She interrupted and cocked her head to the side like a curious puppy.

"What would I be afraid of?" I chuckled but stammered in my response.

"Leah, you are an incredibly beautiful young woman." I deeply blushed and cleared my throat. "My wife has been gone for nearly five years now." I couldn't speak looking at her. I stared at the fountain.

"Even before her death, we weren't intimate for a number of years. I haven't been with a woman for many years. I don't mean to sound presumptuous. Of course, you would never be interested in me as a man. The age difference alone would preclude that. But given those circumstances, it's a little scary for me to explore the deep intimacy into which poetry can take two people. It's not just scary, Leah." I turned and our knees touched again.

"It scars the crap out of me!"

Leah laughed in such a delightful way; it seemed to harmonize with the sounds of the fountain. She reached out and placed her small, delicate hand over mine.

"Dr. Warren," she smiled so sweetly, leaned in and looked me in the eyes. 

"I stalked you as a student stalks a professor she wants as her mentor, but all this nonsense about age differences, it's just silly. You are a strong, handsome man. Yes, old enough to be my grand pappy." She laughed at her choice of words. 

"I'm twenty-four years old and I haven't been a virgin since I was a teenager. Not that I have had a lot of experience." She blushed profusely. "I really haven't. I know twenty-four doesn't make me a world-wise woman." 

She curled her fingers around my hand. My heart pounded in my chest. I was speechless. Where was Harry Hasting when I needed him?

"But," she continued. "I do think you are really cute. Or handsome...well, you know what I mean. I know there are rules about students and facility," she said looking away. "The last thing in the world I would want is to cause trouble for you or your career." She let go of my hand as if some one might see us. 

"I would rather you mentor my poetry than anything in the world, but when I'm around you, I just want to...I mean...I just really...l..." Her voice trailed off.

She turned back toward me and looked around to see if anyone was watching. I followed her eyes. I was not only speechless, my head spun and I swooned. 

"If it means you won't mentor me..." Again her voce trailed off. I held up my hand to silence her.

I couldn't speak. I tried several times. I opened my mouth, looked at her and closed it. My mouth was dry. I could tell my silence was upsetting her. I know she thought I wasn't taking it very well. I wasn't sure how I was taking it. 

"Excuse me for a second, Leah. Don't move." There was a drinking fountain a few feet away, and a got up and wet my mouth. I turned and looked back her. I thought she was about to cry. A look of distress covered her beautiful face. It broke my heart to see her that way, so I smiled broadly.

"I will be happy to be your mentor," I said and bowed deeply. I looked around to make sure no one could hear my next words. We were alone. The look of relief on her face was gratifying.

"About the other stuff. There are two voices in my head. They both say run. One says run away from you as fast as I can; the other says run toward you. And I am scared shitless, Leah." I walked back over to her and sat down.

"Now let's see what the Muse has to say." I tilted my head back and looked at a patch of blue sky. After a couple of minutes of silence, I started in.

"To learn, to teach, to love." I looked at Leah and raised an eye brow.

She smiled and looked up at the sky.

"To laugh, to dance, to touch." She looked back at me and imitated my eye brow arch. We both laughed.

"To abolish fear with action..." And before I could say anything else, she added, "To seize the day with joy."

We sat in silence for a long time. I wanted to weep. I'm not sure why. Finally I turned to her. The look on her face filled my heart with profound love and joy.

"I have a class to teach. I'm not sure how I'll get through it, but I need to go."

"I have to study. There's this mean old lit professor I have a mid-term with soon." She smiled sweetly. I laughed.

"I'll expect some poetry in my in-box every day. It can be brief. It doesn't matter. But I better find one every day."

"Yes, sir. I'll probably crash your server."

"Good by, dear Leah."

"Good by, Dr. Warren."

As I walked away, she called my name. I turned around and Leah ran up to me. She spoke in a very soft voice.

"If no one's around to hear, can I call you Martin?" 

I smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You can call me Marty."

She looked behind me, to the sides and behind herself. There was no one around us. She made a very sudden move and planted a quick kiss on my mouth. It was just a peck.

"Bye, Marty." 

She turned and ran off skipping. When she was about thirty feet away, she jumped high, kicked her heals together and cried, "Yahoo!"

I felt like doing the same thing but knew I'd only hurt myself.



The Poets Ch. 02



After my Literature in Film lecture, I grabbed some take out at The Hong Kong Garden Café and headed home. I was on cloud nine. I knew I shouldn't be. What was happening between Leah and I was wrong. I wasn't even sure what that was. But everything screamed, 'Yessss!"

The city streets looked cleaner, the passing people looked happier and all the sights and sounds were melodiously beautiful. What did Harry call it? Twitterpated. A perfect word. I changed into sweats and ate the best tasting Chinese I'd had ever eaten. As soon as I was done, I called Harry.

"Harry, it's Marty."

"Hi, doc."

"Help!"

"Holy shit, doc. You don't waste any time. What happened?"

"After lunch, I cut across the campus and ran into her. We had a long talk."

"Okay. Go on."

"Damn, Harry. We nearly burst into flames. At least I did. What'll I do?"

"What do you want to do, Martin?"

"Ask me at one time, and I'll tell you one thing. Ask at another time and tell you something different."

"Doc, you have to decide what you want. It sounds like you've picked the fruit. Now do you want to take a bite?"

'Harry, maybe I'm the fruit about to be bitten."

Harry laughed heartily.

"It doesn't get any better than that, doc. You both take a bite at the same time. That's my idea of heaven."

"Oh boy. So what are the rules?"

"Aha! He slowly lifts the fruit to his lips."

"Very funny. What do I do?"

"I can't tell you. Not without her. You both need to know the rules. If she doesn't get it, it won't work. Do you remember Don Jenkins? He taught in the math department years ago."

"I remember."

"He taught me the rules. Just this way. He made me and my lady friend sit down, and he spelled it out. Straight up. Later he taught me what to do if she needed dumping. That is, if she doesn't keep the rules. That becomes a problem. The rules must be kept by both parties. If she's special, that won't be a problem, but still it needs to be said."

"Wow, Harry. Slowly he sets the fruit down and thinks about it." Harry laughed.

"You do have to prep her, of course. You don't want to drop her into a discussion of the rules without letting her know where she's headed."

"Okay, so let me see if I have this right. I prep her first, then the three of us sit down and you lay out these rules?"

"You got it, doc. You're halfway to a bite of forbidden fruit."

We hung up, and I sat back and pondered what Harry had told me. I certainly felt like I had crossed some line of no-return. The prospect of being intimate with Leah was too powerful for me to deny. I had lost control of all my sensibilities.

I flipped open the screen on my lap top, and as soon as my e-mail window popped up, the in-box started pinging. I scanned through them, picked out two from Leah, and clicked on the earliest one.

Hi Marty. Those clouds are under my feet right now. I'm feeling really goofy. My roommate thinks I'm drunk or high. LOL (Don't worry, I won't say anything about how I feel and why.) I've attached a picture of me, so you can think of me when you're all alone and lonely. xo

I opened the attached picture, and her face filled my screen. Her beauty overwhelmed me, and my eyes became misty. Her crimson lips; curly red hair and eye brows; a thousand freckles; blue eyes to swim in.

I opened the second e-mail from Leah. Of course, it was a poem. 

I've trapped a feeling;
It's deep inside my heart;
It's intoxicating;
And I stagger like I'm drunk;
Should I take a another sip,
Or drink a great big gulp?

I clicked Reply.

Hi Leah. Filling your face with my computer screen has my heart racing to the moon.

Can you put on some dark clothes, stuff your hair up into a hat and discretely come over here? We need to talk and take a sip together. Or maybe a great big gulp. 

325 Prescott. It's only two blocks from campus. I clicked Send.

I'll be there in forty-five minutes. xoxoxoxox

I raced through the house tiding things up. I jumped in the shower, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, threw on some clean sweats and made one last pass through the house. That took thirty minutes. For fifteen minutes, I paced more nervous then a groom at his wedding.

Almost exactly forty-five minutes later, she knocked on my front door. I opened it, and she floated in wearing black jeans, a heavy Navy pea coat and a Cubs baseball cap that completely contained her red hair. She stopped in the center of the living room, faced me and held out her arms.

"Dahdah! I made it. Flying in stealth mode." She laughed, removed the baseball cap and shook her head, spinning her curls out to frame her face. She undid the buttons on her coat. I jumped foreword and took it off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a loose fitting Cubs jersey.

"Thanks for coming over here like that." 

She continued to smile.

"It was fun. I'm just...really glad you asked me."

We stood grinning and staring into each others eyes.

After a few long moments, she said, "Yes, you can."

"What?" I asked.

"Put your arms around me and kiss me."

I suddenly felt like a little boy who needed an older, more experienced woman to lead him out of virginity. Mine was a woman forty years my junior.

I held my hands up in front of us. She examined them before lacing her fingers in. We both stared with fascination at how tiny her hands looked in mine. Gradually I pulled Leah toward me until I could feel her body heat. I leaned into the top of her head and deeply inhaled the scent of her hair. I continued to smell her, past her ear, across her neck softly dragging my lips over her skin. I felt her body shiver. My lips ended up on hers, and we melted into a long deep kiss.

She let go of my hands and cradled my head as we kissed, softly caressing my cheek. I encircled her body with my arms, and slowly ran my hands down her back and over the cheeks of her perfect butt. I pulled her against me and crushed our bodies together.

"Okay, let's slow down a moment," I said and pushed her away. "There's nothing more I'd like to do than...not slow down. But we have to talk first. Okay?"

She giggled. "Okay, tiger." She continued to giggle and sat on the sofa.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'd love a beer."

"Dark or light?"

"Ahh? Dark if you please." 

I got us both a bottle of Guinness and sat down beside her.

"The first time I saw you, you were a vision of paradise. A moment ago, in my arms, your were...you are...an angel of mercy. This has all happened so quickly. I just...I..."

She placed a finger against my lips.

"Marty, what I'm feeling right now, with you, is nothing like I've ever felt before. It's not just a young girl's flirtation." She took my face in her hands. She peered very deeply into my eyes.

"I've known you a long time. I fell in love with your poetry in high school. I googled you when I was a sophomore. Read everything about you. When I found out you taught here, it's partly why I decided to attend. Maybe even...the main reason. 

"I didn't expect anything like this to happen. I just wanted to be mentored by somebody that really turned me on to poetry. Marty, I've just gone bonkers over you. I can't explain it. It's like something inside me harmonizes with you perfectly. I feel it every time I hear your voice during lectures, and when we're close to each other, boy do I feel it!"

She leaned in and planted her lips to mine. After a few moments, we parted.

"Harry says we're twitterpated," I said.

"Twitterpated?" She replied and bobbed her head. "For sure. Twitterpated. From Bambi."

"Bambi?"

"Ya, it's a line from the movie. I'm definitely twitterpated." She grinned and made a cartoon like face and batted her eye lids at me. God I was falling for her.

"So who's Harry?" She tipped up her beer, belched and giggled. "Oops! Sorry."

"Harry's going to teach us the rules."

"What rules."

"In order for you and I to carry on like this without me loosing my job and you loosing your mentor, we have some rules to follow. Harry is the man who will teach us the rules."

"Both of us?"

"At the same time. Are you ready?"

"Ah, now?" She asked with a funny look on her face. I couldn't tell if she was excited or worried.

"I'd like to get back to kissing you as soon as possible, so yes, right now." She laughed.

"Okiedokie. Let's do it!" She stood back up, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue slithered into my mouth and rolled around my tongue. The best kiss in forty years.

"That's just a hint of what's waiting for you after we learn the rules," she said. I pushed my raging erection against her stomach and held her tightly. Her eyes got big.

"Ohhh. It feels like you have something waiting for me too," she said and blushed. She pulled away, discretely looked down and gently patted my boner tented in my sweats. She cupped her mouth, leaned her head down slightly and whispered.

"You'll have to wait too, Little Marty. See you after the rules." 

I pushed her away and pointed to the sofa. She smiled and sat down, staring at the front of my sweat pants. My face was a bright red. When our eyes met, she matched my blush.

I picked up the phone and called Harry.

"Hello."

"Harry, it Marty."

"Oh oh, now what kind of trouble have you got yourself into?"

"No, I'm good. Do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I'm here with..." I looked at Leah. "The most wonderful woman I've ever known, and we want to learn the rules. I'm putting you on speaker phone." Leah giggled.

"How's that, Harry? Can you hear me okay?"

"Ya, that's fine. So Martin, why don't you introduce me to your lady friend." 

"Of course. Harry this is Leah. Leah, this Harry. The Love Doctor." Harry laughed.

"Hello, Harry," she said. "We're twitterpated. Can you help us?" Harry continued to laugh.

"Nice to make your acquaintance, Leah. I'm quite familiar with twitterpation. A twitterpated person is a sorry sight to behold." We all laughed.

"The reason there are rules, is that without them, the system fails in one way or another. Take rule number one. Goes something like this. 

"No faculty member may fraternize socially with a member of the student body. If a teacher gets caught breaking that rule, he or she faces a loss of tenure, can be fired and their career discredited. Serious shit not to be taken lightly by either party." He stopped talking for a moment. Leah and I took a sip of our beer and stared at each other.

"Rule number one is important, because there are a bunch of idiots running around campuses. An affair between student and faculty can go very wrong sometimes and ruin a student's academic journey. That's bad! I'd rather see a fellow teacher bite the dust than a student wash out because some older man or woman broke their naive, twitterpated heart. If you really care about each other, you'll never, never forget rule number one. Hold it a second, guys. I need a glass of water."

Leah looked at me and smiled. I took a deep breath.

"This is good," Leah said. "It makes it feel real." 

"It's real," I said, but I still couldn't believe it was happening.

"Okay, where were we?"

"Never forget rule number one." Leah and I said it at the same time.

"Very well done. Having covered the importance of rule number one let me speak a little about why rule number one should be broken from time to time. Do either of you feel like your acquaintance was in the hands of destiny?"

"Absolutely," I said.

"Without a doubt," Leah chimed and smiled. She took my hand, swung her legs over my lap and cuddled to me.

"Rule number one doesn't take into account that twitterpation can lead to true love. True love doesn't deserve to be shuffled aside. Doc, I've known you a long time, and Leah, Martin Warren is the most sensible man I ever known. If he is serious about you, I take that serious. Do you feel the same about him?"

Leah coddled closer to me, turned my face down with her hand and kissed me lightly on the chin.

"I'm crazy about him, Harry. I know I lack a lot experience in romance and relationship, but it sounds like Marty hasn't had very much either." She giggled softly.

"How much longer before you graduate?"

"Three more semesters."

"Leah, that's nothing. Not if you really...care for him. Follow the rules, and in eighteen months, you two can do what ever you want."

"Okay," she said, arched herself up to reach my lips and kissed me deeply. Our tongues danced.

"If you decide you're truly in love with each other, than this is what you do and don't do as long as Leah is a student here.

"You never, ever show any sign of affection in public. That's numero uno. For outdoor affection, you go out of town for a weekend. Far out of town. If you really care for Leah, and it sounds like you do, you do it often as you can; every off day and every holiday. Trust me, this game keeps the excitement level high. Martin, do you still have that cabin up in the Peppermint Mountains?"

"It's still their, Harry."

"Well, there you go. Perfect."

"Number two, other than me, no one is to know about your relationship. This one is especially important for you, Leah. You can't brag about it to your friends. You can't tell your room mate. No one back home can know. Not for the next eighteen months. Tell one person, and you jeopardize Martin's job and, don't forget, your mentorship. Marty is one hell of a poet and teacher. Besides this mushy, gooey, wonderful love business, you stand to learn a lot about your academic passions with him. Respect that above all else."

"I understand," she said and hugged me.

"Number three; make sure you don't get pregnant. It's pretty hard to cover that up for eighteen months. Always use protection."

"Number four: don't forget that in twenty years, Martin will probably be dead, and you'll be in your forties starting over." He paused to let that sink in. It did for me. No one spoke until Leah finally broke the silence.

"I've thought of that," she said. I pulled away slightly and gave her a questioning look. She crossed her eyes at me and twisted her lips into a silly shape.

"I don't think it's an issue," Leah continued. "Forty is not over the hill. Besides, we're just starting out and taking it slow." I burst into laughter. "Okay, maybe we aren't taking it slow, but I'd rather have twenty years with someone I love and respect than walk away from him in hopes of finding someone my own age. That just seems silly." She looked me in the eyes. "I'm crazy...for Marty. I've never meant anyone like him. I don't care where it goes. I don't care how old he is. I'll keep the rules." Her eyes never left mine.

"Okay, then there's only one rule left. Rule number five. Open two brand new e-mail accounts in fictitious names with terrific passwords that in no way connect their identity with either of you. That's how you communicate. If you text, be sure to erase all messages once you've read them. Use common sense. Don't leave a clear trail of bread crumbs. That's it, kids. Have fun."

"Thank you, Harry," Leah shouted. "The love doctor has spoken."

"Thanks, Harry."

"You are more than welcome. Good luck and good night," Harry said and clicked off. 

Leah and I didn't speak. We sat on the sofa; her legs across my lap and her head reclined against my chest. She used her feet to pry off her shoes, and then she tucked her legs up to cuddle closer. Her feet were so little and beautiful. Her tiny toes were painted pink. I slid my hand across an ankle, caressed her foot and played with her toes. She giggled but didn't stop me.

When I kissed the top of her head, she tilted it back and I lowered my lips to hers. I ran my tongue slowly over them, behind her lips, around her front teeth and inside of her mouth. The tips of our tongues embraced each other.

"Oh, Marty. You are such a good kisser."

"That's funny. I thought it was you." She chuckled. I kissed her forehead and said, "Leah, do you think we should slow down a little? I feel like I'm caught in a tornado." She pulled away like I had slapped her.

"Slow down?" Leah swung her legs off my lap and stood up. "Slow down?" She put her hands on her hips.

"Okay, Mr. I-haven't-had-sex-in-sooooo-many years! You want to slow down do you?" Leah looked around the room at the windows. I had pulled all the drapes closed before she had arrived. Satisfied, she walked to the center of the living room, and in one swift move, pulled her shirt over her head and threw it at me. 

She wore no bra. Her freckles were everywhere except on her breasts. They were two perfect pale, white orbs. Her nipples were small but pointed and became erect as the coolness of the room hit them. She put her hands back on her hips.

"So you want to slow down?" 

My mouth hung open. She grinned from ear to ear. She back stepped away from me and stopped at the hallway entrance that lead to the bedrooms. 

"Okay, let's take it slow, Marty."

She slowly undid the snap on her jeans, pulled the zipper down and gradually pushed them to the floor. When she stepped out of them, she kicked them in my direction. She wore a lacy, black thong panty. I stopped breathing. 

She placed both hands up high on either side of the hallway walls elevating her breasts and struck a sexy pose. I took a deep breath but forgot to exhale.

"So old grand pappy wants to slow down, does he? Guess I'll just go to bed and play with myself."

She spun around, posed again showing me her lovely back, gorgeous legs and amazing bottom. The thong panties covered little. Her butt cheeks were also devoid of the freckles. She was more than breathtaking. I was enraptured. 

"Night, night," she said with a glance over her shoulder and bolted down the hallway out of my sight.

"Young lady, you come back here right now," I said like a stern father rising to me feet. I adjusted the raging boner in my sweats.

"Catch me if you can," her voice rang out from the other end of the house.

I crossed the living room and entered the hallway.

"Have I been naughty? Do I need a spanking?" she asked. 

One sexy leg stuck out where the hallway turned at a right angle. I marched after her just as she peeked out.

"Oh, oh," she said and ran away giggling. I turned the corner, pushed open the bedroom door, and Leah sat on the edge of the bed. She was more than a vision of paradise. She was paradise in the form of the most a goddess. I took one step into the bedroom and she held up her hand.

"Martin, wait." Her face wore a sultry, sexy look. Leah raised her hips and slowly slid her panties down her thighs. She reclined back on the bed, brought her knees up and wiggled the panties off her legs and feet. The sight of her bare bottom and womanhood took my breath away. Her pubic hair was sparse and the same curly red. A hint of moisture glistened along the opening to her labia. I caught my breath. My cock ached.

She put her legs down, sat up and threw the panties to me. I caught them without taking my eyes off her.

"Close your eyes, Marty." I reluctantly obeyed.

"I am so turned on; you've made me very wet. I leaked a little into my panties." She giggled. 

"Lift them up to you face." I obeyed without a trace of reluctance and inhaled deeply.

"Do you like how I smell?"

I opened my eyes, put the panties on my dresser and grinned. As I spoke, I struck a match and lit a candle, turned off the overhead light and slowly circled the bed.

"Do I like the scent of Leah? She's like a garden in its bloom. I long to take her flower, hold it to my face; drink her sweet nectar; and feel her young heart race."

As I spoke, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop to the floor. She squirmed on the bed, moving her legs and arms. She ran her hands up and down her torso, caressing her breasts, her stomach and her hips. Her eyes never left me. Her amazing body and hair seemed to glow in the candle light. 




The Poets Ch. 02



I dropped my sweat pants, and my penis bounced out, fully erect and harder than it had ever been. She gasped when she saw it and crawled to the far side of the bed. I took a deep breath, kneeled on the bed, took her ankles in my hands and pulled her closer. I crawled over her slowly, a hand on either side of her shoulders and hovered above.

Leah raised one knee, made contact with my hips and caressed my skin. Her foot curled around one leg, and she arched herself up. She took my arms in her hands and rubbed up and down my biceps.

"Marty," she whispered. Her sexy look was replaced with one of innocent vulnerability.

I relaxed, and my full body weight melted into her. One thigh nestled into her crotch, and she pushed against me and moaned. Leah's hands glided over my back and shoulders. 

Her free leg continued to ride up and down. Her foot caressed the back of my legs.

I kissed her neck, her face and her lips. She grabbed one of my hands and pulled it to her breast. The nipple stiffened against my palm. I gently squeezed and ran little circles around the crimson bud.

"Leah," I gasped. "I've never felt like this. Ever!"

She reached between us and took my cock in her tiny, soft hand. I rolled away slightly to give her room.

"Marty, I...I...love you so much." She kissed me over and over again; little pecks all over my face. Her finger tips glided up and down the length of my penis with feather like touches. No one had ever touched me this way. Forty years of marriage, and Doris had never touched me like this.

"You're so big," she whispered in my ear, nibbled on the lobe and gently squeezed my cock. I had never thought of myself as big.

I moved my leg, now wet and sticky, from her crotch. I ran my hand down the front of her body, over her stomach and through her moist pubic hair. Very slowly, savoring the moment, I ran a finger up and down the front of her precious slit.

"You're so soft, Leah. Your skin, your lips, your pubic hair."

"And you're so hard," she giggled. "Sounds like the perfect match."

"Sweetheart, I don't have any condoms. I wasn't planning on this happening."

"We don't need them, love. There's something I need to tell you." She gripped my cock more firmly and stroked it a few times. I almost exploded. I grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"You do need to slow that down. I'll blow like a volcano." 

She laughed. "I want you to blow like a volcano."

"What do you need to tell me?"

Suddenly she relaxed and became more serious. She let go of my penis while I continued to hold her breast in my hand.

"When I started going through puberty and got my first period, the pain was unbearable. My dad took me to the doctor, and after a gazillion tests, they found I have a birth defect. I never developed a complete uterus."

"Where was your mother?"

"She died when I a kid."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"I guess there's a lot about each other we don't know yet. Anyway, they said that pregnancy could be fatal. When I turned sixteen, I had surgery to tie off my fallopian tubes. Had to keep those pesky ovum out."

"Wow. And you're okay now."

"I'm fine. Just not fertile." She kissed me and pressed her hand against mine crushing it into her breast.

She suddenly pushed me over on my back and rolled upright to straddle me. Sitting above me now, Leah was breath taking. I cupped both breasts in my hands and gently squeezed them. She closed her eyes, arched her back and moaned. 

My cock stood up between her legs, and its underside rested against her crotch. She moved her hips slightly back and forth rubbing the under side of my throbbing penis with her damp vagina. The heat radiated off of us, and we both swooned.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Leah once again transformed in an instant from a sweet angel to a carnal vixen. A wicked little smile played across her lips. Leah leaned down and kissed my mouth, moving her tongue over my lips. She kissed down my neck, across my chest and licked and sucked on my nipples. She didn't stop there.

Her lips roamed across my belly, her tongue swirled around my naval and slowly but steadily her kisses travelled lower and lower. She rubbed her cheeks in a caress against the sides of my cock and started kissing it from the base to the engorged head. I could have fainted. I knew I wouldn't last long if I let her continue what she was doing.

"Come here, you naughty girl," I said sitting up. I pulled her down and flipped her on her back. "It's time for grand pappy to take over." Leah giggled and squirmed. All resistance ceased when I lower my face into her crotch.

"It's time to inhale the fragrance of my girl, and taste her precious nectar." 

I stirred my nose around between the folds of her labia and inhaled deeply. Leah moaned.

"Ahhh, heavenly," I whispered. It was intoxicating. "The most fragrant flower in the garden." 

Leah squirmed. I reached my tongue passed those puffy lips and swirled it around inside. She had an indescribably sweet and musky flavor and a texture like custard pudding. 

"Ambrosia," I said. The tip of my tongue ran around the rose petal inner lips of her vagina. She was so smooth and wet and warm. I hadn't done anything like this in years.

I gripped Leah's lovely ass in my hands and raised her up a little more. She pulled her knees up and my mouth encircled her flower. My tongue dove into her vagina as deep as I could reach. She released a little screechy sound, and I felt her hands touch the top of my head.

"Marty, oh god!" Her body began to quiver. I dragged my tongue in and out and up and down her sweet, feminine center. When it glided over her clitoris, swollen and hard, I sucked on it and slid a finger into her vagina growing wetter by the second.

"Marty," she groaned out. Her hips started to hump up against my face. Her hands pushed my head and face tighter into her crotch. I moved my finger in as deep as I could reach, circling around her vagina and savored the wonderful texture inside.

"Oh, baby, oh , baby" she said over and over again. She locked her legs around my head and dug her heels into me back, giving her more leverage. She humped my face furiously.

Suddenly Leah's body stiffened. She squealed out my name. I felt her stomach muscles spasm against my forehead. The muscles in her vagina clamped down on my finger. The heat poured off her body as she writhed underneath me. A small flood of fluid gushed from inside her, running into my hand and mouth onto the bedspread.

"Ahhhhhhh. Marty! Yes, yes!" Leah twitched and shivered and convulsed. Her hips slammed against me. Her fingers pulled my hair. After a few seconds, she started giggling, squeezed my head with her legs and rocked from side to side. A few more seconds passed and she pushed my face away.

"Oh my god!" She reached down and pulled me up, wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed my face and neck.

"Oh my god, Marty. The best orgasm ever." Her tongue swirled through my mouth. She broke away and looked me in the eyes.

"I love you sooooo much!" 

Grinning broadly, I said, "I love you too, Leah." Shocked at hearing the truth.

Instantly, that wicked little look came over her face. She started snaking her way down my body, kissing and licking as her lips went lower and lower.

"My turn," she murmured. I rolled onto my back and watched. Her red curls shimmered in the candle light. When her soft, wet lips slipped over the head of my penis, I gasped.

"Oh my god!" I groaned. Leah giggled with a mouthful of cock.

She gently took my balls in her hand and tickled and caressed them. 

Ten seconds and I'm done. The thought flashed through my head. I lasted a little longer, but not by much.

Leah brushed her hair back and looked up at me. Seeing my cock half in her mouth was the trigger effect. When she lowered her face and took all of me into her throat, I shuddered. She squeezed my balls with one hand and stroked my penis with the other. Her tongue swirled around the head. That was it.

Every neuron in my body fired at the same time. Every muscle in my torso convulsed.

"Leah! Ahhhh!" I let out a sound usually reserved for people being strangled, and my orgasm flooded her mouth. 

She stroked me faster as I came and kept her lips locked around my cock. I climaxed in twitching spurts, one after another until I did just as Leah had done. I started giggling, and pushed her away from my sensitive organ.

She laughed with me and curled back up so that we could cuddle. 

"Tasty," she said and laughed. She covered me with little kisses, and between each kiss, she said, "I love you."

After a few minutes, I put my lips to hers. I could taste a trace of my semen on her tongue.

"Leah, dear Leah. You truly are an angel of mercy. I'm quite certain I am dead, and this is heaven." She sighed heavily and pulled my head against her breast.

"Now let me be your pillow of peace," she whispered, and kissed the top of my head. She cradled my in her arms.



The Poets Ch. 03



I opened my eyes and felt Leah's soft, peaceful breathing against my back. Her warm, naked body spooned me and one arm hugged me from behind. The candle still flickered. I rolled my eyes toward the clock. 2:45 AM.

I reached back and placed my hand on her hip. Every time I touched her, I marveled at how soft her skin was. She stirred slightly, made a little sound and tried to cuddle closer. Her pubic hair tickled my bottom. With a heavy sigh and a big grin, I gently rotated to face her. She tried to hug me tighter and made a sound of protest. I kissed her forehead, and she kissed my neck.

"I have to leave, don't I?" She asked softly.

"Yes, love, but not alone. I'll walk you back."

"Wouldn't that be breaking some rule?"

"I'll just follow behind you. I wouldn't be able to sleep not knowing whether you were back safe and sound." She tried to snuggle closer.

"That's so sweet."

She crawled higher up on the bed and kissed my mouth. The feel of her breasts moving against my chest brought an instant reaction from me. One of her thighs nestled against my awakening cock, and she moved her leg up and down massaging it into a full erection.

"Hum, what do we have here?" Leah whispered, reached down and took it into her hand.

"I love touching you. The head is so soft and velvety." She rubbed the glans with her thumb as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. I kissed her deeply; my tongue explored the inside of her mouth.

In one swift motion, I rolled her on her back and came up between her legs. We continued our kiss, and she hooked her feet around me. I so desperately wanted to be inside her; instead, I slithered down, kissed her breasts, her naval, her stomach and brushed my face through her soft pubic hair. I gave her wonderful vagina a kiss and rolled off the bed.

"Wait," she scowled. "That's it? You're going to send me home without making me scream one more time?" I stood next to the bed with my hands on my hips and my cock sticking up at full attention.

She crawled to the edge of the bed, swung her legs over the side and grabbed me by the hips before I could react. Leah pulled me toward her and engulfed my cock with her mouth.

"Ahh," I groaned. Her warm, soft mouth moved up and down on the shaft. She looked up and giggled. It didn't take her long. One hand cupped my balls and the other assisted her mouth with quick, short strokes. I laced my fingers into her red curls and shuddered as I filled her mouth with my climax. She made encouraging little sounds as if she were eating a delicious meal.

Now feeling fully committed to reciprocating, I pulled away from her with a load pop as my cock pulled out of her wet mouth. A small trail of semen hung down from the tip of my penis and her tongue darted out and wiped it away. I dropped to my knees, pushed her back on the bed, spread her legs and buried my face into her aromatic, moist center. She laughed the whole time, but when my tongue parted her labia and slid inside her, Leah moaned loudly and called my name.

"Marty, you make me feel so good," she said breathlessly, lifted her legs and squeezed my head with her thighs. Her hips began to rock slightly. Her heels dug into my back. As I went straight to work on her clitty, sucking and licking, Leah began to thrash from side to side. Her fingers pulled my hair.

"That's it! Oh, yes, baby. Right there!"

I pushed one finger into her tight, warm and wet vagina and started sliding it in and out, rubbing my finger tip over her most sensitive spot inside.

"Aaaahhhh! Oh, god. I'm gonna to cum, sweetie." Her body convulsed and quaked as her orgasm rolled through her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moved my finger faster over her G spot, and as I sucked on her clit, I vibrated my head back and forth in rapid motion. Her hips bucked my face, her vagina wept its lovely, sweet nectar and finally she collapsed against the bed and let her legs fell to the side.

I pulled away and kissed her belly with a loud smack.

I fell back on the bed and lay beside her, curling my fingers into her hand.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow," she repeated. Leah turned her head and faced me. "Have I told you I'm crazy, stupid in love with you?"

"Not in those exact words." I turned my head to look into her beautiful face. She smiled so sweetly.

"Have I told you I adore the ground you walk on?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Nope; you never said that before."

"I do, Leah."

"And I'm crazy, stupid in love with you, Marty."

Our kiss was long and tender.

After a few minutes in the bathroom, we both dressed, kissed an extra long time at the front door and then she went out ahead of me. I followed after she turned onto the sidewalk. During our walk back, Leah glanced back at me several times. I only smiled.

When she skirted alongside her dorm building, she turned toward the entrance. I stopped in the shadows and watched her card the door and enter. For the briefest of moments, she stopped, looked back and searched until she found me. Then she lowered her head, entered the dorm and let the door close behind her. I felt like a flock of birds took flight in my heart.

When I returned back home, I opened my lap top and a new e-mail from Leah waited.

I'll get a new e-mail addy tomorrow. Until then my love, sweet dreams. I can still taste you and smell you. I am soooo happy. I clicked Reply.

My too, angel. When finals are over, let's go up to my cabin for a week. Have a wonderful day.

She replied. Can't wait. Good night. J

The remaining days before finals were too busy for Leah and I to spend any time together, but every day my new e-mail address in-box would have a poem from her.

My favorite:I dreamed I was floatingOn a pillow of sighs;Asleep in dreamless sleep,Wide awake with closed eyes;I felt Life stirringIn a womb that isn't there,And ached to set it freeI know not where.

But this one almost made me break a rule and go see her:I can't say your real name,For fear of breaking rules;So I've coined you a nicknameTo hide us from fools;In my arms you're, "Oh my god!"In my diary you're, "The One."In my heart you're a wordless feeling;In my e-mails you'll be, "Don".He,he,he.

When I entered my Friday Lit class, Leah was already sitting way back in the last row. She stood out like a polished diamond lying exposed on a barren landscape. I wanted her so bad. How I got through the lecture, I have no idea. At the end, she came forward smiling. This was going to be a test.

"Excuse me Dr. Warren," she said.

"Yes, Miss Parsons. How may I help you?" Gulp.

"I'm having a little trouble with completing the written assignment. Do you have a moment to look at it?" She held out a sheet of paper, folded once over.

"Ah, sure, let me see." I took the paper from her and our fingers briefly touched. My hand shook slightly.

It read;

I ache for you. It's driving me crazy. I need you sooooo badly. I want you inside me! Let me come over in stealth mode. Please!!!

"Ah...yes," I said with a stammer and looked around the class room. We were alone. "Anytime after dark," I said quietly. "I...want...and need that too."

"Thank you," she said calmly and snatched the paper from my hand. She tore it in several pieces as she walked away and stuffed it in one of the pages of a book. She didn't look back. My heart raced.

I was entranced the rest of the day. All I could think about was Leah. When darkness arrived, I paced around the house, more than anxious. I truly ached for her.

The passing minutes turned into hours, and I became alarmed. I checked my e-mail several times, but there was nothing. When I had enough, I put on my coat and went out on the street. I followed a path I though Leah would take.

When I turned the corner onto Seventh Street, the scene before me turned my stomach into a twisted mess. The street was cordoned off, and two police cars blocked all lanes of traffic. Their red and blue lights flashed and reflected in the window glass up and down the street. I quickened my pace, and after a few steps, it turned into a run.

"What's happened?" I breathlessly asked the first officer I came to.

"Hit and run," he said without looking up from a note book he scribbled on. I looked around. There was no ambulance.

"Was someone hurt?"

"A young girl. A coed. Busted up pretty bad. She's over at Mercy General. May not make it."

"Dear God!" I turned and ran back to my house as fast as I could.

I frantically looked up Mercy's number and called, but they refused to give me any information. A young woman had been admitted, but they were still seeking next of kin. I grabbed my car keys, and headed for Mercy General, about a mile away. When I got to the emergency entrance, I parked and bolted in. I waited as patiently as I could until the woman at reception gave me her attention.

"Hi, I'm a professor over at the university, and a young female student failed to show up for a tutoring session. I heard there was a hit and run, and I was hoping you could tell me if it was her. Her name is Leah Parsons."

The receptionist looked at her computer screen, hit a few keys and said, "Yep, we got her."

"Can you tell me how she is?"

"Sorry, I can't do that. We're still looking for next of kin."

"Her father's name is Anthony Parsons, and he lives in Porter, Indiana. I'll try and reach him."

I turned away and went outside, flipped open my cell phone and stared at it. After thinking through how to do it, I made a quick internet search for Porter, Indiana's area code, and dialed information."

When the operator came on, I asked for his phone number. After she gave it to me, she asked if I wanted her to connect me. I agreed. It rang several times before he answered.

"Is this Anthony Parsons?"

"Yes."

"Leah Parson's father?"

"That's right," he said. "What's this about?"

"Mr. Parsons, my name is Martin Warren; I'm a professor at Leah's university. She is one of my students. I have some disturbing news. Leah has been a terrible accident. It was a hit and run, and she's currently at Mercy General Hospital."

"Jesus!" He muttered. "How bad is it?"

"They won't tell me, because they're still searching for you. I gave them your name and location, but I thought I'd try first. I think it's serious."

"I can't get there until tomorrow," he said.

"If you could call them and give them permission to share any info with me, I'll be here for you and Leah until you arrive."

"Thank you very much. I'll call right now."

"Let me give you my number." I gave Anthony my number, closed my phone and went back inside. I told the receptionist I had reached Leah's father, and he would be calling soon. I waited

After a few minutes, the phone on the receptionist's desk rang. She took down some information and hung up the phone. She looked at me.

"Are you Martin Warren?"

"Yes, mam."

"There still working on her. As soon as someone has a free moment, they'll come talk to you." She got up and went through the doors that read, Emergency Staff Only.

I took a seat and waited. Two hours went by and finally I heard my name called.

"I'm Martin Warren," I said and stood up. A tired, middle aged nurse approached me.

"Hi," she said. "She's a lucky little lady. She has numerous broken bones, what we hope is only a minor head injury, and she's in a drug induced coma now. We'll keep her there until we're sure about the extent of her head injuries. Her vitals aren't too bad, but she's lost some blood. She looks strong and healthy, so the prognosis is pretty good. We'll just have to wait and see."

"Can I see her?"

"Not tonight. We'll move her up into ICU. You can check in their tomorrow morning. That will be their call."

"Thank you."

I let out a heavy sigh. My shoulders sagged, and I suddenly felt very old. I went outside and called Leah's father back and shared what information I had.

It was a slow and lonely ride home. I would have preferred staying over night at the hospital, but I thought it would better serve us all if I tried to get some sleep.

I collapsed on my bed fully clothed, and sleep sucked my into its abyss. At best, it was fitful until I found Leah in a dream. She stood in the middle of a small, wildflower filled meadow. She held her arms out to me. The smile on her face was angelic. She was bathed in light. I tried to reach her, but every step I took didn't bring me any closer.

"It'll be okay," she said. Her voice had a metallic quality. "Wait for me. I'm coming back to you."

**********

Anthony Parsons had money. He set up a trust in her name that paid for Leah's twenty-four-seven care. He came once a month the first year she lay comatose, but he hadn't seen her for the last three. Eight months ago, he had a massive heart attack and died.

Leah had no other family except me. I came every day.

I brushed Leah's hair; no small feat being thick and curly. I exercised her arms, hands and fingers; as well as her legs down to her toes. I wrote reams of poetry and read it to her every day. I constantly told her how much I loved her and needed her return. Most of my current poetry was about Leah.

You are not alone,Where you wander and roam;You are not lost;I know.I see you in my dreams;I hear your voice on the wind;In my heartYour love lingers still.
I try to imagine

What it's like where you are;Is it deep sleep,A nightmareOr a dream filled with light?Can you see me?I'm speaking;Let me say it once more.Come home,I need you;Step through my door.

"Good morning, Dr. Warren," Nurse Kelly greeted me as she came on duty at the start of day 1,487. "How's our girl today?"

"About the same, Kelly," I replied. "I exercised her legs and arms. I thought she moved her head from side to side, but I'm always seeing something. Just my wishful thinking I guess."

"Don't stop wishing, dear. I've seen coma patients open their eyes after more years than this. She's been breathing on her own for years. That's always a good sign."

"I know, and I don't give up hope. It's just that..."

Kelly looked at me with compassion and sadness.

"You really do love her, don't you?"

"She's very special." The conversation immediately brought tears to me eyes. The nurse put her hand on my shoulder.

"Love is an important part of Leah's recovery. Don't you dare give up on her." She patted my shoulder.

"Never," I said and wiped my eyes. "That will never happen."

"As long as she has someone beside her that loves her, she has a chance." Nurse Kelly left me alone, but stopped before she went through the door.

"Let me know if there's anything you need." I nodded and looked at Leah.

The bed and Leah had all sorts of elaborate devices to assist in her care. She had a catheter to collect her urine, and a feeding tube to supply her digestive system with substance and a bag to collect whatever drained from her bowels. A saline drip kept her hydrated.

She had gained weight where I know she wouldn't be happy about, around her belly and hips, but the daily exercise I put her arms and legs through helped to keep her somewhat fit even thought they had become very thin.

Tomorrow would be her twenty-eighth birthday.

I had retired the year before and spent most of my time from 7AM to 10PM beside Leah's bed. Some nights I fell asleep in the recliner chair across the room. The care facility had allowed me to put it here, and most of the time I was reluctant to go home.

Tonight I decided to stay so that I could greet her first thing on her birthday morning. I changed into my sweats and pulled some light socks over my feet. Nurse Kelly came in, looked over Leah and turned toward me.

"Would you like to sleep next to her?" She asked with the sweetest smile. "I think we could make room."

"Really," I said and rocked my chair in the upright position.

"Come on, give me a hand," she said. "We'll just scoot her over and move all the tubes a bit."

I helped Kelly move Leah to one side of the bed. We raised the side rail next to her and the nurse arranged a second pillow for my head. When she raised the sheet for me to slide under, I could see Leah's hospital gown had pushed up exposing her bare leg and hip. I slid in and immediately relaxed in a way I hadn't felt in years. The mere presence of Leah next to me brought an audible sigh to my soul.

"Sleep well," Kelly said and turned out the light as she left the room.

I lay in the dark feeling the warmth from Leah's body. Her breathing was soft and easy, and I found myself breathing in sync with her. I pulled my sweat pants down so that I could feel the skin of her leg and hip against me. She was so soft and smooth. I took her hand in mine, raised it above the sheet and kissed her fingers.

"Please come back to me, love," I whispered. Just as I said that, Leah's chest swelled and she took a deep breath. I lay very still, but her breathing returned to her usual slow, steady rhythm, and I fell into a deep sleep.

"Excuse me, Dr. Warren," Leah said as I stood at my lectern at the end of class. "There's something in my eye, can you help me."

I looked closely and saw the reflection of a sky full of clouds drifting from one side of her eye to the other.

"Not that eye; this one." She pointed to the other eye.

I stared at her other eye, and saw my own reflection.

"See," she said. "You're stuck in my eye."

Her laughter echoed inside me as I awoke next her.

When I opened my eyes, Leah was awake, still holding my hand and looking at me.

"Leah?" I raised my head. She faintly smiled.

"Leah?" I went up on one elbow.

"That's my name, don't where it out," she croaked and coughed.

"Leah!" She smiled.

"Yes, Marty. Me Leah. You Martin."

"Oh my God! Leah!" I started to cry. She tried to reach her other hand over to touch my face, but it was tethered to her IV. She frowned and looked back at it.

"What's happening?" She laid her head on the pillow and looked at the ceiling.

"Marty. What's happened?" She rolled her head in my direction and looked at me. My hair was totally white now. She let go of my hand and touched my face.

"Leah, my precious Leah, you are back." I continued to cry. My tears flooded down my face and onto the pillow. She ran her soft, delicate fingers through the wetness on my cheeks.

"What has happened, Marty?" She stared into my eyes.

"Leah...," I stammered. "Sweetheart, you've...you've been in a coma for almost...five years." I let that sink in. She turned away and stared at the ceiling.

"There was a terrible accident. You were on your way to my house, let's see, it was 1,488 days ago, and you were hit by a car." Leah laughed. I frowned. That wasn't supposed to be funny.

"That's just like you, Marty," she said, her voice still croaking like a frog. "Counting every day. Have I told you I love you lately?" I started to laugh.

"It's been a while."

"Kiss me," she said.

I leaned over her and brushed my lips against hers. Her hand went back under the sheet and she felt my bare hips and legs.

"Martin Warren, lying naked with a poor girl in a coma. Naughty boy. Remind me to spank you later." I laughed and kissed her again.

"Happy birthday, love," I whispered.

"It's my birthday?"

"Yes dear. You are twenty-eight years old." Leah turned and looked at the ceiling again.

"Let me get the nurse, angel." I pulled my sweat pants up making a face at her, and she smiled.




The Poets Ch. 03



"I'll just have to take them off again later," she said with a grin. I couldn't help but laugh through my tears at the sound of her croaky voice.

'What's so funny?" She asked.

"Your voice," I replied. "You haven't spoken in years. You sound like a frog." Leah smiled and mouthed, I love you.

I didn't walk, I ran down to the nurse's station. I slid up to the counter on my stocking feet. Kelly looked up.

"Come quick," I said breathlessly. "She's awake."

Kelly threw her arms up and said, "Halleluiah!"

The first thing we did was get Leah sitting upright. Kelly called Leah's doctor and then she removed the IV. I held a cup of water for her, and she sipped through the straw.

"The doctor is going to have to remove the feeding tube. Would you step out while I remove her catheter?"

"No!" Leah protested. "Don't you go anywhere." She clutched my hand.

"Okay," Kelly said and smiled at me. "You know, Leah, this man has been at your side every single day for more than four years." Leah beamed, pulled my hand to her lips and kissed my fingers.

Nurse Kelly raised Leah's gown giving Leah her first glimpse of her legs and hips.

"What the hell are those?" She asked in a shocked voice.

"Those are your beautiful legs, my dear," I said. Kelly chuckled.

"Those aren't legs," Leah retorted. "They're pale, skinny sticks." She wiggled her toes.

"Did you trim my toe nails?" She asked and looked at me. I smiled.

"Once a month, and your finger nails too. I brushed your hair, wiped your nose and exercised your legs and arms every day."

Leah flinched when the catheter came out, but she let out a heavy sigh kissed my hand again.

"I guess I owe you some serious pay back," she said gazing sweetly into my face. "If my arms didn't feel so heavy, I'd pull you down for a big, wet kiss."

"Excuse us," I said to Kelly and leaned over Leah. I lowered my lips to hers and she probed my mouth with her tongue.

"Okay, you two," Kelly said. "There will be time enough for that. This little lady has a touch road still ahead of her."

After Kelly left the room, I pulled a chair up and sat next to her holding a hand and gazing into her eyes.

"I have some bad news, sweetheart." She didn't say anything, but her shine dulled slightly.

"Your father passed away a few months ago. He had a heart attack."

Leah looked away and tears welled up in her eyes. For her, it was still yesterday.

"He set up a trust for you when you had the accident. He made me an executer as long as you were in the coma. His entire estate after taxes went into the trust." I took her hand to my lips and kissed the palm.

"I want to show you something," I said reaching in my pocket. "I got this right after he died." I opened a small ring box revealing a small diamond ring.

"Leah, will you be my wife." She looked back and forth at my face and the ring finally smiling with a big toothy grin. The tears in her eyes became a flood.

"Of course I will, honey. There could never be anyone but you."

Her flood of tears became a sob and she openly wept. In spite of her tears, she waved her hand signaling that I should slide the ring over her finger.

"And in this one simple act, he pledge his soul to hers..." I stopped and waited looking at her with one eye brow cocked up.

"And...," She searched for the words. "He brought her soul back to this world, to live and love again." She cocked her eye brow up imitating me. We both giggled.

"Her return brought life to him..."

"He was her rock; her light."

I stood up and leaned over her for a kiss. As my tongue explored her soft, wet mouth, I cupped one of her breasts covered by the sheet and her gown underneath. Still, I could feel her tiny nipple grow erect and reach out to me.

When I broke the kiss, she had her hand up behind my head. She was looking at her engagement ring.

"And to think I had to go into a five year coma just to land my man," she said. She pulled my face back down for another kiss.

"I love you so much, Marty."

"I love you more."

"I know," she said and giggled. "I'm not worthy."

"Do you know what I'm going to do when they finally let you come home?"

"Fuck me silly," she said and laughed.

"Well...after I fuck you silly."

"What?"

"I'm going to introduce everyone I know to the future Mrs. Martin Warren."

"Oh ya?" She said with her devilish little grin. "Maybe I'll introduce you as the future Mr. Leah Parsons."

"So does that mean we hyphenate our last name?" I asked.

She shook her head side to side.

"No, baby," she said with her angelic smile. "In my fantasies, I've been Mrs. Martin Warren since high school." I kissed her long and deep. I slipped my hand under the sheet and her gown and caressed her breasts teasing her nipples to full erection.

"When I get you home, you are so going to be fucked silly." Leah sighed, grabbed one of my hands and squeezed her breast.

"And you, dear Martin Warren, are getting the best blow job of your life."

At that moment the door to her room opened, and her doctor came gliding in.

Three days later, her ambulance pulled up in front of the house, and Leah was wheeled up to her new home. Her physical therapy and follow up visits would last for weeks, but she was free, she was mine and we now had a new life together.

The ambulance driver dropped her at the front door, and Leah stood looking in. I carefullt lifted her up in my arms and slowly walked through the front door. I had draped a large banner saying, Welcome Home, across the archway leading from the living room to the dining room. Leah clung to my arm.

"Is this really my home now?" She asked.

"Come here," I said. I led her into the master bedroom and opened the walk-in closet. It was filled with her clothes.

"Everything you owned was shipped her when your father died. Look." I pointed at the bed. It was covered with all her stuffed animals and pillows from her bedroom back in Indiana.

"We're not done. Come with me." Our next stop was the office, formerly a second bedroom. I had set up another desk with Leah's computer.

"What do you think?" She looked my squarely in the eyes.

"I think I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world."

"Then you know what that makes me?"

"What?" She giggled.

"The man who gets the luckiest girl in the whole world: and that makes me the happiest man in the whole world."

"Oh, Marty," she said, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I know we have to be careful because of my stitches from the feeding tube, but..."

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

"I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Can't we be very careful? I could lie on my stomach with a pillow under my hips." I smiled broadly.

"So, the truth comes out," I said. "You just love me for my boner." Leah laughed.

"You better believe it, buster," she said and quickly slid her tiny hand down the front of my trousers. I gasp. It wasn't hard, but that didn't last long.

Leah fondled and stroked my penis until it rose up to attention. She undid the top button on my pants, slid the zipper down and wrapped her hand around my instant erection.

"Mmmmm," She moaned. "I think I dreamt of this boner. At least I think it was yours," she said with her devilish grin.

She dropped to her knees, pulled my pants and underwear down and examined my cock, tall, swollen and pulsating for attention. She looked up at me.

"Yup, this is the one." She made no hesitation. She kissed the tip and quickly engulfed it with her mouth. She cupped my testicles in one hand and lightly stroked the shaft with her other. Her warm, wet lips slid up and down over the glans as she sucked. I dropped my hands into the hair that I'd been brushing for the last few years.

"Oh God, Leah." She pulled her mouth away from my engorged penis and stood up.

"Come with me. Somebody needs to get fucked, and I don't think it's you," she looked over her shoulder and grinned.

I followed my new fiancé into our bedroom. She grabbed a pillow, fluffed it up and lay across the bed. She faced me as she tossed her clothes off, but when she saw herself in the full length mirror, she groaned and draped the mirror with her blouse.

"Stop that!" I commanded and pulled the blouse off the mirror.

"I've seen you naked everyday for the last four and half years. I adore every square inch of your beautiful body." I came to her and dropped to my knees. I ran my hands over her legs.

"From your pencil stick legs and arms, to your fat little tummy and hips." I kissed her belly and caressed her hips, cupping her ass in my hands. I leaned in and brushed my face through her pubic hair.

"You are perfect. I you want to get back in the shape you were, that's okay, and I'll help. But this Leah, this wonderful body..." I reached my tongue up and tried to part her pussy lips. She spread her legs and touched my head with a little moan. My tongue found its way inside, and I savored Leah's sweet taste. I pulled away and kissed around the small bandage where her stitches were.

"My Leah is perfect, beautiful and I love her so much."

"Oh, Marty."

"Get comfortable, baby. I want to fuck you so bad." Leah laughed, and as she lay down on the pillow I caressed her beautiful ass, gliding my fingers into the cleavage. She giggled.

With the pillow under her hips, just enough of her vagina was exposed. I reached in and open her labia feeling the wetness. I kissed her ass, spread her cheeks, and ran my wet tongue up and down the crack teasing her anus as my fingers probes her pussy. She moaned and tried to raise her hips.

"Don't move, sweetheart. I don't want you to pull any stitches. Let me do all the work. Spread your legs a little more."

She spread her legs and I lower myself enough for the head of my cock to slip into her crotch. She moaned as I moved it in and out and up and down until it found its way home. I felt her silken soft lips receive me, open up and I pushed my cock inside her.

Her whole body heaved a heavy sigh. Leah crossed her arms under her head and tried to glance at me out of the corner of her eye.

"I feel so good. Marty, Marty, Marty. Mmmmmmm."

I worked my cock in and out of her. She became wetter with each stroke. Her moans became groans and her groans became whimpers.

"Marty," she cried out and her beautiful freckle covered body began to quiver, quake and twitch. The muscles of her vagina clamped down on my cock as she moaned into the bed spread. Her vagina gushed with her love juice, and a rush of ecstatic energy exploded in every cell of my body.

"Ahhhhhh!! Leah!" My hips convulsed as I pumped against her gorgeous ass. My orgasm was a volcanic explosion of semen that filled her hot, tight pussy spurt after spurt. My body became drenched in sweat. I held myself above Leah with my arms locked at my elbows. I continued to twitch and shake until my strength gave out and I rocked back. My cock popped out of her warmth and wetness and I collapsed on the bed next to her. Still hard, my cock continued to ooze semen as it slapped against her hip leaving a trail of cum.

She turned to face me, and I pulled out the pillow, now drenched in our love juices.

"Let me see your bandage." She rolled on to her back. There was no blood stain. I crawled over the top of her and kissed a nipple. She cradled my head to her breast.

"Oh, Marty, I'm so happy."

"Let's get married right away," I said.

"What ever you want, honey. I'm your girl now and for ever." She kissed the top of my head.

"And from now on, you are never allowed outside the house," I said. She laughed.

"Tied to the bed naked and spread eagle?"

"Exactly," I assured her.



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...