My loving yeti 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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