I cherish
One of the first times
That we coupled
We kissed
Ever so gently
Ever so tenderly
Our tounges
Doing their forbidden dance
Then you kissed
Each of my chakras
When you came to my root chakra
You gently kissed my womanhood
My body was awash of love
And awash of pleasure.

These flashbacks
Of an old life
In a mountainous land
Where I was in love
Cause discomfort
How can I love anyone
Other then my parents.

These dreams
I have of the old times
With my monk lover
Freaks me out
Causing distress
How can I have a lover.

These tantric urges
I developed
Disturbed me
Because I
Thought
I wasn’t that kind of girl.

Two lovers
A Tibetan Lama and a young lady
Where walking
Arm in arm
Kissing eachother gently
As they were going to
India
Where confronted
By bandits
They fought with the
Young lady’s lover
The Lama
When he was finished
He said “I love you Nebo, I always will”
She kissed him
And ran off to the mountains
And climbed until
There in the extreme cold
Nebo wept
In the snow
Until the cold done her in.

When we were together
I remember kiss you
And you smothering
My face with kisses
As you got between me
And felt the deepest love
And pleasure in me
As you have your
Way with me.  
I knew that
You wereing doing this
To pleasure me
To love me.

In a remote monastery
A Tibetan Lama
Meditates
But in distress
For he
Can only see
The ghostly face
Of his lost love
Who haunts him
Every time he closes his eyes
He can see her making love to him
A gentle girl
Until he left her.  
He can still hear his voice
Saying to her
“I'd like to be reincarnated as one of your tears, because I'd be born in your eyes, live on your face, and die on your lips.”  
Now just sweet nothings.

Every night
I see prayer flags hanging
Over my bed
They tickle my crown chakra
Lovingly as I sway my head to the music I listen to.
As a way of saying
“I love you”
Then I remember
Our forbidden relationship
How passionate
And love filled
It was.
I kiss a prayer flag before bed
Hoping we would meet again
In this life
“Nga kayrangla gawpo yo Lama Yeshe Tsang.”

The love that we shared
Was forbidden
Yet authentic
You taught me how love
And
And to walk a spiritual path
We were gentle lovers
We kissed and coupled
Tantrically
In the hope for love
And enlightenment
My forbidden flower blossomed.
Until you changed
And you called me
Demeaning names
And had your way with me
Agresssively
Never gentle.
The lotus turned into wolvesbine

There was a monk
And a young woman
Two forbidden lovers
Kiss in the moonlight
As two shillouette
Chakras glowing
But as they explore
Their bodies
Their tounges dancing
The shillouettes
Turn into one
Shillouette
One being.

I know you’re desperate for love
I am not
You have no career
Except to find enlightenment
The only thing we share
Is religion
But I am trying to heal
I am trying to have a career
I am trying to live my life
The drama
That our relationship had caused
Many a thing.
Causes headaches
And heart ache.
Sleepless nights
I cant take it anymore.  
This is a
Dear John to a monk.

I was threatened
With tantric ****
Online
I refuse to be a statistic
I want to be a survivor
I refuse to be a survivor
I need to thrive
Through this
I found
Why I am on this planet
To stop this
From happening
To someone else
Not enlightenment
I know
The sad fact
That I am
Still a statistic.
But I am much more
Than that.  
I am a human.