To my lovely Lama.
The love my life. In my current life I purchased some spiky Chinese stress balls from Qin. And they refuse to be separated my mangnets like our souls refuse to be separated because of love.
I remember when we arrived to Bactria to spread Buddhism. I noticed a lush poppy field, the poppies were huge. I couldn't resist.
"Yeshe, my love... " I said. "Do you want to play in the poppy field.?"
"Darling Nebo they use them for medicine here," you explained. "maybe tonight when the farmer is asleep."
We went an abandoned monastery... that was our home from now until we travelled again. Seeing the prayer flags and the paintings spurred memories and passion. I dropped my things in the room saying this will do. You hugged me and we kissed slowly. I found a dusty bed cushion and we sat there kissing. I stroked your emaciated yet handsome face and kissed your scars. We didn't unpack out things we just coupled so gently and shyly. As we made love I found a figure in the corner in my eye then it disappeared. This frightened me but you kissed me on the forehead and told me not to worry about it. I hide my face in your robes hoping not to see anything, sobbing
We went to a tea house for dinner and no one knew how we were but that they did say that our shelter was haunted because some martial artists massacred the monks in that monastery. I gasped and lost my appetite. You kissed my hand and gently stroking my shirt hair as a way to comforting me.
"It's almost dark, my love if you want we can spent the night in the poppy field," you said.
"Yes" I said on the verge of crying.
When finished our food... we, holding hands, walked in the moon light to the poppy field. The poppies were ghostly beautiful and huge when got there. We found a place far away from the farmers and got undressed. I told you to turn around and. plucked a poppy, inserting it into my womanhood. You were surprised when you saw the poppy between my thighs.
"It's as big as your heart," I said.
You took it out while kissing my womanhood and I giggled. You then with the poppy in your mouth kissed me. My tounge receiving the poppy. I took it out and put it befind my ear and we coupled in poppy field for the night.
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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...
