A monk and his love

Letter to my love part three

Yeshe my love

I remembered when I recovered from the cave sickness that you were worried that there might be a next time and that we should take the art, flags and text and go back to the monastery. You were sobbing because I nearly died and was in a pitiful mood. I gave you a hug after packing up and kissed you hoping to cheer your soul. You sobbed until we are near the poppy field and they were again in full bloom. Even though my head was shaven you still put a beautiful poppy behind my ear, then I saw a smile on your face. I asked if you wanted make love in the poppy field. I saw the compassion in your eyes but not that sparkle. I took your hand and lead you in. I started kissing you and put your hands on my breasts. You were  hesitant at first and mumbled about not wanting to hurt me. I saw a tear in your eye and I reassured you that I was healthy again. Then only then were you receptive to my kissing and kissed me back. Your gently embraced me and we fell into the poppy field and curested my breasts delicately as if they were precious gold. I then held your face in my hands and told you to do whatever because I was well. You cupped one of my hands and said if I wanted you to. Then I reminded you about the sand mandala and said what the Buddha said about immpermance and that life doesn't last long. You admired my wisdom and called me his personal Lama. That's when I put my legs around your hips and felt your hardness. Finally you kissed me and kissed my breasts and nipples. I grabbed your bottom encourage intercourse. Which happened and you did disappoint. That was the most pleasure you had given me in the poppy field. You said that we have to live in the poppy field in the spring and summer so we can relive this. I agreed and we continued back to the monastery

"Show this person her quarters or i will fucking kick you." You lashed out. You followed us to my new quarters.  When annoy left in disgust we kissed me and left me to myself. I put the books on the shelves and hung up my favourite thankas but the spiritual and erotic ones. Then finished off with the prayer flags... so many of them. But I was upset... so I read and practiced my calligraphy, did yoga and meditated. Then I pulled out the red prayer flag from my breasts and kissed it and read the prayers on it in the hopes that I wouldn't cry my self to sleep. I fell asleep and dreamt that we made love again at some point.

When I awoke the next morning to find you mind my bed kissing me and my body. Then you made love to all of my seven chakras which I enjoy. You asked "would you like come along with me to the town begg and collect alums?" I screamed yes and made out with you. You kept your distance until we walked out of the monastery and the held hands like proper lovers on the way to town.  We kissed while begging for alums and then it happened.  My parents we walking around and recognized me and the fact that we were lovers.

"You go for nothing slut!"

"Your having an affair with the Lama? You whore!?"

That one pushed me over the edge and I took a rock and tried to attack them if you didn't step in saying "you should fight hate with compassion, if you beat them then you will beat me as well." Looking into your loving eyes I calmed down and stayed quiet. When my parents left I started to cry heavely and you embraced me. You kept whining my tears and kissing me and where there were signs of tears. I kissed you. We kissed people gave money and food thinking we were a poor spiritual couple but never noticed. It was just us making out, the world did not exist. 

At the end of the day we walked back arm in arm. And you spoke abou the Buddha said that killing was the ultimate sin even killing your self. Then you talked about compassion and that  you told me how much I have grown spiritually, intellectually, emotionally and sexually. You then said I will forever know more than them even though they were wealthy.  When got back you whispered that you will visit me in my chambers and until then we part ways.

I went back to my chambers and practiced my tantric yoga and karma sutra poses and then meditated in what you what said about my parents and treating others with compassion. Then it was time for dinner, ate and then awaited for you in my quarters. When you came to me I said that I wanted to do the poses that I practiced until the daylight. I did the poses and had you enter me and we made love that night. After the love making I felt safe from my parents and from evil. Just so long as you were with me. I rested my head beside yours and help eachothers arms.  We stared into eachothers eyes until the morning light out lit the candles. So began another day my teacher and my lover. I want you to know my beloved that in my current new life I live with my parents and they treat me with love and respect. I shall find you on this plane (life).