My darling Yuan
I didn’t want to leave
For I enjoyed and loved you
I felt safe.
I ask if we can be
Together once more
As we have our ways with
Eachother
Erotically and playfully
We whispered steamy
Sweat nothings.

When I come into
Your appartment
To be with you
Yuan Matsumoto
I was surprised
At the look of you
The evil yakuza
Version of the Dalai Lama.
I find you to be handsome
As we playfully
And passionately make love
I felt pleasured
And loved
My my Karate instructor
Turned lover.

I open up my legs
And my being
I invite you in
For you
For your love
For your passion
my darling
Monk.
And you compassion
As we couple.

As I see you
You’re cute and handsome
With your bald head
Yet your were a monk
It was love at first sight
We talked
Though
I see your picture
I developed feelings
And tantric urges
So intense
I wish you were
With me
Loving me
Being with me
Inside me.

When I kiss you
My love
It’s magical

When we embrace
Each other
My darling monk
I feel safe

When I see
The sparkle
in your eyes
I see joy and love

When we couple
My Yeshe
We take Our love to
To new heights

As I step out
Of your room
They call me lama’s pet
Consort
Prisoner
But I wasn’t your prisoner
I intiated the relationship
You never seduced me
You loved me
You pleasured me
You kissed me
As you had your way with me
I connect to the universe
You too as well
As our bodies and souls
Connect and celebrate
Tantrically.

As we kiss
Embrace
And couple
The joy we share
For eachother
Is surrounded
By a new world
A world of hate.  
What is happening.

Before the night is finished
I kiss my prayer flags
Let them tickle my face
Tickle my neck
As if I were kissing you
And you were tickling me.
I wish I could kiss you again
In real life
To let you tickle me
With your tounge.

I lay in my bed
How I desire you
Crave you
Crave your kiss
Crave your touch
Crave your love
Compassion
Crave your being in mine.

Racists...
you might be blinded tothe beauty of your pasty skin
but
there is so much more going on in the background

It’s winter
In Canada
And in this life
I have company
But I am lonely
I miss you
My beloved
Your kisses
Your touch
Your body against mine
And our Tibet.

Cuddling
And exploring each other’s
Bodies
As we kiss
In the candle light
You ran your mouth and hands
On my silky
Soft and luscious skin
As I do the same
You were the opposite
Skin and bone
Aged
And mature
Though when love is involved
I don’t care.

It’s morning
You were about
To leave me for the day
To be a good example
For the other monks
You hold me and I can feel
Your hardness under
Your robes
But before leaving
We kiss and embrace
Passionately.

As I lead you
To our bed
We kiss
And we undress
For tonight I will be loved and pleasured
As you have my way with me
In the candle light.

As you put
My legs into
A split.
You kiss and massage
My thighs
Then as you
Cross from the
Right to left
You stop and kiss and massage
My womanhood.  
As if you’re worshipping me
Like a deity.

It was moonlit in the caves
You and I
Couple in the hot springs
Gentle, compassionate and sultry
We kiss
Our tounges danced
As we explore
Each other’s body’s
Which were in the warm water.
I draw your hips close
To mine
And hold your stubbles head
As your smother me
With kisses.
I let out a moan
That reverberates
And echoes
Into the cave.

A young woman
Sits on the couch
Looking in a flame
A flame that reminded her of
The passion and
Kindness
Of her lover
From a descent past life.

As I practice my
Tibetan and calligraphy
I felt lonely
For my love
Is not around
To lovingly teach me.

As I run away
From your murderers
I hide for few days
Then I return to your
Lifeless body
I am saddened
With the loss of my lover and master
I wanted kiss you fair well
But I couldn’t bare
The sight of it
I slowly climb a mountain
To slowly end my life
With the cold
My last breath had your name in it
Yeshe.

Our souls
Universally
For every together
I still remember
You saying
“That nothing lasts forever
Except for our love!”
And then you kiss me.

As they
Destroy the sand mandala
I remember
You saying everything
Is impermanent
Except that our
Love for each other
Will last.
And you kissed me.  
Bitter sweet is
What I felt.

As I try not to drift
Into sleep
For I am reading
Listening
To Marilyn Manson’s Personal Jesus
I see you climb into
My bed
As if
To lovingly couple with me.

My personal Buddha.

As I fight with
Some woman
In my current life
I can see you gentle
And aged face
Filled with sadness
I want to kiss you
Though I must open my
Heart
For our love
Not for the woman.

As I recite the
Heart sutra
I am remind of you
And I
Tracing the shapes of our lips
Gently with our tounges
As we kiss
And gently
And slowly couple.

As you
My love
Enter me
Pleasure me
Love me
And stroke me
I confuse you to
A savage yeti
And not a meek monk.

Lord Buddha....



Fill me with enlightenment
Fill me with knowledge
Fill me with food
Me with you teachings

Fill our relationship with
Tantric pleasures
Fill our relationship with lust
For eachother
Fill our relationship with compassion
Fill our relationship with
Passion
And loyalty.  
Fill our relationship with love.

Most women these days
Me included
Hate men
I get caught up
And forgot about
Us
And the love we shared.

Every so often
When I see calligraphy
I flashback to you teaching
The art
And it always end in
Us exploring each other’s
Bodys with our hands
And with our tounges
And kissing.
You may have been skin and bones
But you were a Yeti.

The dream
That haunts
Me......



It was a moonlit night and we can see each other’s faces
And the calming
Yet gentle sparkle
In your eyes
As we made love
Soon we one with the universe
And the cosmos
The moon too.

As I get ready for bed
I gently kiss a prayer flag
In the hopes the my love
Still reminds you
Of that sensitive
Common girl
Who fell in
Love with you.

As we kissed
Our tounges danced
Unknowing
Their final dance
In a mountain pass
I see your sparkling eyes
While we explored and embraced
I felt safe and loved
Until the barabians came
For ever splitting us apart
Until the next life.

The life
The love
The country
And the relationship
We had just seemed
Like a loving
Yet ****** dream.

When I left
For town with another
Monk
You said jokingly
Be careful
Where you scatter
Them...
I didn’t
Know if it is my legs
Or my turquoise jewelry.
Silly lover.

Loving yeshe
As we express our love
To eachother
Pleasuring
And loving
Eachother
I can see
In moon light
The outline
Your angular face
Gentle like lord Buddha.

In the summer night
Two lovers
a senior Lama
And a common girl
Couple
And have their ways
With each other
Under the summer Dipper.

Lama Yeshi Tsang
As we cuddle
And make shy love
The poppy falls
On the floor
Only to dry up and be forgotten
Amoung the dust
But the night will be memorable.

As I pick a poppy
From the poppy field
After our coupling
I am reminded
Of you
My love.

As I get into bed
I kiss a prayer flag
That’s hanging
As if I am saying
I love you my
Precious
Yeshi
I drift off to sleep
My body aches
For you my love.

People call me
A Lama’s concubine
But they don’t understand
Our relationship nor
What real love is.

There in a secluded
Poppy field
As the poppies sway
In the wind playfully
Two lovers couple.

During the day
I am alone
Isolated
I practice my calligraphy
And start writing
Love poems
So to win you over
For the night
All though you have stolen my heart.

As I hear the
Prayer flags outside the window
Flapping in the breeze
I feel your stubbles head
Between me
as you kiss my flesh
As you kiss my womanhood
My sweetheart.

My loving Yeshi
The wise Lama
From Tibet
My compassionate
And tantric lover
Gentle
And loving
Was we meet
We become one with
The cosmos.

As we make love
And kiss
You quit kissing my mouth
And start to kiss all
Of my chakras
You finish by
My root chakra
My womanhood
As you make love to me
You worship me.

Dear shawna.
I wish to inform you
That I am forgiving you
And wishing you well
For the best karma
I need as
I am Buddhist
Though I cannot be compassionate
Towards you
For only Allah is compassionate
To all.
According to Islam.
I am only human
A flawed creature
Who can only forgive.

When it was day
Your were a wise Lama
Teaching the youngsters
The ways of Buddha.


When it was night
Your were a gentle
But still a beast.
As you made love to me.