Past life in Tibet

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You will always be my monk, Yeshe.   I decided make tonight special for the both of us while the care taker and Poppy slept. I went to the nearest poppy field, while you teaching, and then use the rouge on me. I wore my favourite see though gown. I lit the candles and incense. And wore some poems while you were sweeping.  When you came back I not just a mature man but the monk I fell in love with. I laidback and quickly inserted the poppy in my womanhood while you read the poems. I laid suggestively in our bed. I jestered youto come to me.  We kneeled, kissed, and embraced. All the while I was teasing your lips with my tounge. You all of my body under the gown but not the flower until I spread my legs and you went and gently kissed the flower out and crawled up to kiss me. Putting  the poppy in my mouth as we kissed.  I put the poppy behind my ear. I kissed you and your face as you gently entered me and humped me.  I moaned with pleasure.  "Sweetheart, I found a perfect place to go when you don't have classes...." I whispered willkissing you. "A poppy field." "You obviously found the poppy field on your own, love." You said with that sparkle in your eyes.  I started to kiss your neck as you gently massaged my womanhood. You then put the candles out and the Rome was lit with moonlight and incense. We made love bathed in moonlight.... I am guessing it was a full moon.  You started to talk about how everything was impermanent pain and beauty-except our love. We would find eachother in every new life and start we're we stopped. I kissed you on your broad jawline and started to make love to you. To satisfy you. To pleasure you. To love you.