Yeshe my love.
My friend my lover my companion. The one who lights up my world and fills it with love. You invited to me to communal breakfast as I recall. I was wearing your handmade poppy behind my ear. I was sitting in your Tantra style while we feed eachother and kissed. The others left the meal unfinished out of pure disgust. I hear the words like garbage and Lama's whore. I didn't know to laugh or cry. Though you were beside yourself and called them "f-ing shitheads" as you carried me back. You closed and locked the door and we kissed. I felt delicate and break able. Words can hurt. While you were kissing me I asked you what their problems are against us.
"When I was a young child they forced me to take vows that I shouldn't break. But you came along and I could help my heart anymore. You were the one that I thought would help me take the higher consciousness...love." You said. "I broke my vows so I can find spiritual love. You see our love to those monkeys is forbidden. Cause you're a girl posing as a monk for me and my love. That's not right."
"What's going to happen to us?!" I cried. Then you said that you were not going to let anything happen to me. Or me being kicked out
We kissed gently yet passionately and made love while in eachothers arms for hours. You got between my legs and started to gently hump me as if to comfort me. It was going just beautifully- until someone knocked on the door.
The voice said it was time for lunch. "Ma're!!!" You roadbed and slamming your open hand on your door as if you're fighting it. Some how that turned me on even though I was supposed to not like martial arts.
I walked up to you and gently kissed your neck. I said "come with me my love back to bed my darling, my feelings aren't hurt anymore." I kissed your earlobe.
I lead you back to the bed while bitting my lip erotically. Anncipating. When you got back you kissed me as if you were going to eat me alive. And then you kissed me slowly and gently. You went down to my womanhood and traced the shape with your tounge. After that we kissed and held eachother all the while your rubbing yourself against my thighs. It felt wonderful.
"You are the most compassionate person I have yet to meet, " you side stroking my face gently with you nuckles.
"You Lama Tsang are a wonderful man, I don't see why have to get angry over stupid words." I said. We made love and never went to dinner that night.
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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...
