To my sexual yeti, Yeshe
My teacher and lover. The whole of my universe and heart. My other half. While you went begging I went to field of strange yet beautiful wildflowers. I picked the biggest and prettiest of them all and went to the market to buy essential oils and insense. When I came back the room I put the oils on, lit the insence , and inserted one of the flowers into my womanhood. And waited for you my love. When you came throw the door and commented on perfuming smell.... you knew what I was up to but acted like nothing is happening. You went to the bed and proceeded to massage my inner thighs with your mouth and tounge and then discovered the flower. You gently dug the flower out with your mouth and I laughed with pleasure. It was hard not to get aroused when you were kissing the deeper part of me. I gently held your head so you kept kissing
"Lama Tsang, khid range la gawpo yo, " I said slowly almost in a groan. Then you gently put your hips against my behind and started to hump all the while kissing my neck and my lips
When you were done with my behind you presssed your lips and hips against mine. We kissed. You flicked your tounge around the shape of my lips, I gently ran my mouth gently stroking your scars. And moved to your mouth where our tounges did their dance.
What made me saddened is the fact that love is supposed to be non judgemental yet people judge us as if we are a side show. I told you this that night and you said that I had a lot of wisdom and kissed me.
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