Love letter to a Monk part five

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My beloved Yeshe

After making love with you in the ancient monastery. I had to say that seeing the old statues of the fierce deities and making love was a beautiful experience yet creepy and eerie. As we left I asked you the name of the abandoned monastery was and you said that it was called the temple of sublime truth.

"So did you enjoy shambala?" You asked kissing my ear.

"Both physically and visually, but I am not finished with the physical," I said kissing your cheek and jaw. We approached a poppy field and plucked a poppy in full bloom and put in between my breasts so it wouldn't get damaged. I had a surprise for you, my darling.

When we arrived back I ran to our quarters. While in there I put essential and scented oils all over my body, put the poppy between my thighs and next to my womanhood. I lit incense and then laid in your bed warning my monk robes, the hand made poppy behind my ear and the oils.

"What is that intoxicating aroma," you asked.  "What's this?"




"Come and see and smell my lover," I begged. "Come to me into the bed, my darling Buddha." You came and climbed in and notice the perfect poppy was sniffing it. Taking it with your teeth not biting me and crawled to kiss me with the poppy still in your mouth. I took the poppy out of my mouth. You said that you loved the my womanly scent mixed with the poppy and we proceeded to kiss. After your lips over mine: you were sniffing all the different scents and incense. Exploring my body with your nose. I let you between my legs and and you sniffed and kissed my womanhood. The deepest pleasure. You then inserted yourself into me and we had intercourse. I held your face and saw the love in your eyes as you humped me fast yet gentle.  You smelled that smile and then planted your face into my breasts stroking my chest with your tounge. I knew our love was impermanent but the loving making would going to last for today, like that sand mandala you showed me.

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