A Tribute to Warriors
by thaliaa

Editor’s Note: This was submitted as a dance by thaliaa, but I felt as it showed her devotion to her master, this was better suited as poetry, so we are showing it to you, our readers, here in the Poetry column.

~ With the constant prayer in her heart for her Master and all the Warriors as They prepare for battle, she turns to Master and begs to approach.... at His nod she quietly rises and crosses the room in a swanlike grace, melting first to her knees, then leaning forward and descending her belly to the stones as her luscious ruby lips tenderly kiss His boots and she softly whispers to Him......

“Master, this beast begs to borrow Your sword that a girl's dance, her beastly prayer of loyalty, support and love for all Warriors may be blessed twofold upon You as You prepare for this battle. And she prays that every Warrior present may see Their own girl in this beast as she dances, and that every girl may see herself and her own feelings for the Warriors displayed.....”

~ Standing and towering over her, He commands her to rise to her knees... feeling His eyes upon her, pressing palms to the stones, she lifts her body upwards, leaning back as creamy thighs spread open to Him, supple rasks peeking under the yellow fabric lightly kiss delicate smooth heels as muscled thighs ripple with the ache of their spread. Lips glistening from the want of Him, hinted to His view as she arches back, thrusting well rounded ample breast forwards, pointy nipples pressing to silks that hide nothing rise up and out to greet Him, inviting His caress....

~ Lifting her head high, long light brown curls cascade down, brushing lightly over the velvety smooth flesh of her back as auburn highlights dance in the fire's light. Slender arms slowly reach up as dainty hands gather the long tresses and bring them forward over her left shoulder, baring the right one for the pleasure of His view. Palms brush lightly over hardened nipples that strain for release from the tight silks as she moans softly, then slide down to press over the heated soft flesh of her belly, gliding around shapely hips and supple rasks as they smooth down the sheer yellow silks....

~ Dainty fingertips caress well toned shape of silky smooth thighs, coming to rest as they turn up begging to Him. Lowering long thick lashes over deep jaded pools that shine with the love and desire she holds for Him as they gaze down in worship upon His boots. A tiny pink tongue darts out, licking deliciously red lips as she smiles that perfect little smile of an angel, the smile that only He can bring to her innocently sweet face.

~ Downy soft cheeks reflect the glow from the fire as she kneels before Him, His beast, His girl, His angel of sweetness... His intense gaze and scrutiny kindles the fire burning deep inside as a perfect form of loyal beauty serenely begs to Him. Deep pools of emerald rise up, taking in the masculine form before her as they look up to His, releasing the fears she feels for His safety and shining out the pride and joy that He should be One to defend the Home in the upcoming battle….

~ Watching in silent reverence as He reaches back, bringing forward the sheathed sword and holding it out before Him. His words burning into memory as she listens to His deep voice... "I allow you the use of My sword, girl... But be warned, as it is sharpened and ready for battle, and I expect it returned to Me in like form."....... Slender arms reach up, tiny fingers wrap around the great scabbard encasing the sword as her soft "yes. Master" is heard......

~ A steady slow beat of a single drum starts. Holding the sheathed sword in both hands, she walks with quiet determination to the long low table before the Guest furs. Gently placing it at the end of the table, she turns and steps to the side, lifting her lithe form up as soft rounded knees come to rest on the tables edge, she leans forward and crawls into the center, leaning back to rest soft rasks on firm heels, chin sinking to her chest as long tresses cover her face.....

~ As a second drummer takes up the rhythm, an angelic face lifts and turns, slowly scanning the room, smiling softly with a nod to each Man as she surveys the assemblage. With a loving smile to her sisters, she rocks back on her heels, rising up to her full height, and steps to the drums’ beat approaching the sword. Descending to her haunches and balancing lightly on the balls of her feet as she leans forward and once more wraps dainty fingers around the weapon, lifting it as she rises back up. Placing one hand on the hilt as delicate wrists turn, pointing the sword to the three moons above, she pivots and steps back to the middle of the table….

~ A third drum takes up the toll as she lowers the sword, balancing it before her in one hand, the other grasping the scabbard and sliding it off. The metal lightly scraping on metal piercing the Hall as the blade catches the light of the fire, casting a glow upon her. Lowering the scabbard to her side, she leans it against a shapely leg, letting it slowly slide to rest upon the table as her dainty hand joins the other on the hilt. The bright blade rises slowly as slender arms raise high above her head, pointing it to each of the three moons above as she prays to the Priest Kings her plight of safety to the Home and its defending Warriors.

~ Silence echoes as the drums stop and she flips the blade away from her, hilt high, blade pointing down, dangerously close to tender flesh and sheer silks. As a soft drum roll begins, the blade descends, hilt coming full view as she pauses, elbows extended outwards, shoulder high. Long thick lashes lower over deep pools of green as she leans forward, gently kissing the blade as all thoughts focus on the Men that will be leaving with the dawn’s light. The trusted kiss blessing All with the loyalty and pride of those staying behind….

~ Sparkling green eyes open and lock to the One that she will proudly watch leave for battle as her heart races, pounding out the love and devotion that encases it. The side handles of the hilt lower to tender swelled breasts, razor sharp blade resting between supple mounds. Emerald gems remaining locked to His, ensuring that her love and faith will not falter in His absence… The drum roll quickens as she arches back, tilting her look of adoration to the stars. Long tresses caressing velvety smooth skin, parted lips emitting a soft low moan as the hilt presses to her heated belly, imposing the fire of a kajira to warm the cool steel as well as the One that carries it….

~ Fires raging within heart and soul as once more her petite wrists flip the heavy blade upwards towards the sky. Straining arms lower yet again as she arches further, legs spreading as knees bend and silks rise in front. Exposed petals glisten with the promise of One’s just rewards upon His return as her hands lower, bringing the hilt tight against her heat. Her wanton cry of desire drowning in the thunder of drums as a well lined form springs back up, unfaltering arms extending the blade out and back up in final tribute. With a cry of glory, elbows lock straight up, her stance of victory honoring the heart of Man……

~ Once again silence falls upon the Hall as the proud defiant form softens and a simple kajira returns, gracefully descending to her knees, lowering the great sword as she lifts the scabbard from the table. Trembling inside from the intense emotions coursing through her veins, dainty hands expertly handle the forbidden weapon, returning shiny steel to the womb of its sheath. Twisting sideways, she places the sword once more upon the table as her graceful serene form slides back to the stones….

~ In reverent adoration she lifts the great sword one final time, turns and pads softly back to the One whose hands it belongs in. Petite feet hugging the stones as shapely hips sway, silks flowing around voluptuous curves, caressing tender flesh as she crosses the room to Him. Melting back to her knees before Him as willowy arms reach up and out, presenting Him with the blessed weapon as an angelic voice rings out her praises…..

“This humble beast thanks You with every fiber of her being for the use of Your mighty sword Master, and prays for Your swift and victorious return from battle.”