My precious Yeshe
I remember one night at midnight you woke me up so we could couple. I rejoiced at the thought. I opened my legs and You massaged my inner thighs and then my womanhood. Then you entered me and while running your mouth and tounge gently along my body and kissed me while humping me slowly. I put on a candle so I could see your gentle aged face. Every angle and every detail of the Lama that fell in love with. I saw your scars and thought you looked handsome as we coupled in the squalid room we now call home. For some one of advanced age and whisdom as also a great lover. I miss our home in mustang and the poppy field. I cried and you whiped my tears away and kissed were they ran. I hugged you and let you kiss me.
"There might be a poppy field near some where, " you said.
I smiled and told you to kiss my woman "gali-gali" slowly I wanted the night to last. You lapped up my juices and I climaxed. Yeshe my lover, my teacher, my beloved. I cannot imagine life not meeting you. The compassion and teachings that you taught me.... my parents will never know. ང་ཁྱེད་རང་ལ་དགའ་པོ་ཡོད རིན་ཐང་ཆེན་པོ་
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A monk and his love
RomanceWhenever nebu decide to leave her family at the age of 16 to be with a monk who is 50 years her senior she ends up falling in love with him. And being in love with him she find out who she truly is and what the world really is like both loving and h...
