A monk and his love

Letter two my darling 5

Yeshe my darling love

You are the first and only man, monk nevertheless a Lama that I have loved.  I had to hide while you were teaching because I didn't want to embarrass us. But someone recognized me and loudly explained "that's the lama's love slave!" And they tried to attack me. You heard my screaming and the commotion then started to othering threats to my attackers.  But that wasn't enough and you began beating them. I ran away crying and emotional broken back to the room. I was terrified either of you or the attackers. When I got there I tried to lock the door but you forced it open I hid in the closet. I hate when you have to fight.  Looking for me you seemed sad and love lorn. You finally sat down quietly and wrote a poem, I started to feel sorry for you and quit hiding. 

"You know I hate seeing my beloved fight, even for my benefit. " I said. But I love you!!"

"I am sorry that you were attacked and you had to see that side of me," you said apologetically.  "Here... something for your collection"

I took the poem and read it. It was beautiful and I couldn't stay mad at you.  I said in your lap and took the time to write. When I finished writing I let you read and it kissed you gently yet passionately. "I only fought because I love you too much to see you hurt or killed,"you said kissing me in return. "I know," I said kissing you.  You asked if I wanted to couple with a fool. The fool I took was you.

"Yes I said, but you're not a fool," I said, letting you inside me while we embraced and kissed. We slept in eachothers arms. We coupled in the morning. I awoke with you kissing me. When I was fully awake whispered while kissing that I wanted you.  You put your hand between my legs massaged my womanhood. I returned the favour by massaging your member while we kissed. 

"My Yeti Lama" I said.