A monk and his love

Much love 8

Dearest yeshe.
I would wake up early and sneak out of the house and went to the monastery that the woman dropped Poppy.
I didn't feel comfortable being with you unless I see our daughter, Poppy.
By sun light I was about to enter I said that I was the mother of Poppy. I told them I was pure of heart and just wanted to see her. When I did she was getting bigger and bigger every time I saw her she was intelligent and was learning to write and read. She didn't recognize me but that look on her face indicated that she read the letter or has had the letter read to her. I had to introduce my self to her every time.
"Mama and paala love you. Paala misses you." I told her without breaking down. I tried to entertain her the I had to leave. I cried every time I had to leave her. I decided that I was going to write her letters instead of visiting.
"Where were you my love," you asked seeing the tears.
"She read the heartbreaking letter, she is growing up fast and does not recognize me" I sobbed. You took me into your arms and held me as if am some precious turquoise. I cried that I can't see her again. You said that I would not any classes until I was better.
I went to the room and wrote a letter to Poppy then I let you come in, so we can be with eachother. Even though I can't produce anymore I just wanted your touch.
I got into a silky gown that you like and enticed you to kiss me. When you came to me I teased your lips and then our tounges danced slowly but erotically. You massaged my womanhood, stroking and petting it while saying sweet nothings to me. You got between my legs and kissed my womanhood as if it were a delecate flower.
I could fell your playful tounge inside me. You came back up and kissed me gently and slowly. As we kissed you entered me and we coupled. How I love you Yeshe.

~fin~