What I wish to hold your hands What I wish to kiss you behind some prayer flags What I wish to make love to you To feel you To feel your touch You sparkling smiling eyes Be able to to have a love child With you My sweet monk.
Sweet monk As I sleep I am Plagued With images Of you gentle loving face As I dream of you having Your way with me Kissing me As you do so Nobody sad that You were part yeti The way you love me So passionately I want you so In reality
Yeshie My love How you want me all to yourself Your consort I wish nothing more to see Your sparkling smiling eyes As we kiss on the summit of Everest Or while coupling So lovingly In your chambers My darling Lama
My beloved Yeshie Did we do this in a Past life In Tibet where I was a common Girl and you a monk And fell in love Made love And yet my love Here we are again In love with eachother As if time never moved I wish our dreams of meeting eachother Come true My loving yeti monk Just one more kiss For old times sake With you smiling sparkling eyes Looking up on me as we kiss
*** tries to be celestial With the most reciprocal feelings. The intertwining of consciousness Around pleasuring each other Until the bodies become one, No difference is there between Man and woman, As they have taken on each other's Soul and each other's form.