Yeshe my darling teacher
My first lover and only lover. How gentle and wise were you. I know you are a Lama first and then my lover. As I kiss you I see in your eyes the gentleness and kindness you have for me. Even though I have been disloyal and hateful at times you responded with respect, compassion and love. You relayed that knowledge through word of mouth and from our love making.
I remember that you had me do more calligraphy one day. Your were caressing my womanhood and breasts while I wrote love poems to you. You were too interested my beauty and sensuality that you did notice. But I noticed you, my love. And your playful love making. When you finally noticed the hard work I did... four poems. Love poems.
Poem 1
Men and women
Bodies in one
Tenderly making love
On a journey to enlightenment
Poem 2
A girl runs away
To seek shelter
Instead finds love
And wisedom
Her monk lover gentle.
Poem 3
Lovers kissing
And playing
In a web of prayer flags
Knowing that their love is forbidden
Poem 4
As my lover
Enters me
And we make love
My heart chakra opens
When you read these my love, you became excited. And I could felt you getting hard. I kiss you and you pride me on my poems and calligraphy. We kissed and then you were so excited that you threw me on your bed and you made passionate yet gentle love to me.
"Your calligraphy is beautiful yet delicate... like you just perfect," you said as you entered me. I wanted to kiss you so much that I ached. So I grabbed whatever silver hair you had, looked you in the eyes and told you to kiss me. I told you to hold me and you did during our coupling. Tomorrow night I shall dance my unique dance. I asked you that and you said that would be wonderful and then we made out. Our tounges doing their unique dance and I hold your head closer so you can put your tounge slightly down my throat. When you did that, I didn't gag or anything. Instead I opened my legs allowing you to enter me. Youfished kissing my mouth and you then kissed my womanhood. Your tounge going in circular motions. I moaned "Om am hum," repeatedly in extasty. Then you rested your head near my womanhood and said that is the physical and emotional equivalent of entertainment. I petted your head and told you that I loved you.
"There is not as many starts in the sky to show you the love I have for you." You said grabbing my hand and we fell asleep entwined like snakes in love.
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Amoung the prayer flags
RomanceNebo was a young woman who did think she'd fall in love a man or a monk at this. But her looking for shelter lead her to true in the for of 60 year old yeshe tsang. This is talking place during the first Dalai Lamas. Based on my past life. Thi...
