The yeti made a fire
While the young woman
Memorized the Buddhist
Scriptures
In which she stole.
The yeti heard her chanting
The mantras
The young lady
Turned around to find
The yeti looking
At the scriptures
Gave her a gentle kiss on the lips
She teases him by
Tracing his lips with her tounge.
Then her skilled
Savage lover let’s her in.
Their tounges meet and dance
As they couple shyly.
By the warm fire.
Knowing their love is forbidden.
A misunderstood love.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
The yeti made a fire
While the young woman
Memorized the Buddhist
Scriptures
In which she stole.
The yeti heard her chanting
The mantras
The young lady
Turned around to find
The yeti looking
At the scriptures
Gave her a gentle kiss on the lips
She teases him by
Tracing his lips with her tounge.
Then her skilled
Savage lover let’s her in.
Their tounges meet and dance
As they couple shyly.
By the warm fire.
Knowing their love is forbidden.
A misunderstood love.
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