My loving monk, Lama Tsang.
It was getting dark out so I hate lit the candles and incense, applied a fragrant perfume on my body. I then wrote another poem and for our eyes only. You came in smiling hoping to eat and talk. Our eyes meet. We kissed and our tounges meet in another dance. After kissing you shlyly you read my poem.
"We need to talk about the teaching before we couple." You said kissing my third eye. I kissed you on the neck. Then I closed up my gown even though you can see everything behind it.
We talked and eat. And then you pulled out a strange herb and said it was an afrodistic for men. You eat it while opened my gown and my my legs.
"You like yeti love??!!" You asked kissing me everywhere
"Yes," I said kissing you. My kisses drew you closer and closer until you were between my legs and I can feel your warm breath. You broken had your way with me as if your we are a savage yeti. Though you were gentle about it. You then licked and massaging my right thigh and the my womanhood the left. I climaxed. You are a heavenly lover.
I whisiped that I wanted to kiss your nether regions. I kissed the space between you member and you anis and kissed the region of between you member and Your testicules. I got back you and the we kissed passionately, passionately.
"You love me. You are just as killed as the anygirl here rumoured. " you sad stroking my face. We kissed.
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Roman d'amourNebo 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...
