My yeti of my love, Yeshe.
I guess Chen told a few people about you and I because i went to go for a walk in the wildflowers, a couple people referred to me as a monk loving whore. Lana's lover was another insult that I heard directed to me. I hid my tears and turned around and went back. When I appoarched our room I started to sobbing. You were comserned and rushed to me.
"What happened my love?" You asked. I told you what I heard.
"Think Chen is talking or was talking," I said crying. You embraced me, kissed my tears and then pressed you lips against mine. My lips were slippery with tears and I welcomed you in to my mouth. Kissed me gently and yet passionately. You forced my legs open and I said that you could do want, I let you enter me. We coupled quietly and shyly. While humping me we kissed. I held your head as if it was a precious gemstone. You stroked my face.
"Na kayrangla gawpo yo," (I love you) you said.
"Na kayrangla gawpo yo, my darling. " I softly said I am trying to get comfortable. We embraced and spent the day in eachothers arms kissing. Day turned to night. The next morning after our morning coupling I found a piece of paper with sloppy and broken tibetan. I knew it was a suicide note and it was from Chen. It basically said that she loved me and that she didn't mean to spread rumours about the relationship between you and I. I cried and I showed you the note. The sparkle in your eye faded and you were saddened.
I took you to the bed and kissed and made gentle love. Though I wondered what happened to Chen.
You got up and I and saw you writing a poem. I changed my mood and sat be behind you. Reached into your robes played with your member while kissing the nape of your neck. I kept this up quietly until you were done with writing. After I read the poem
It more less said that the you and woman returned to the yeti where they made love.
I was touched. I took that the Yeti was you and the young woman was me. I tackled you and kissed you. Our tounges did their dance.
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Amoung the prayer flags
Lãng mạnNebo 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...
