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.

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.

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.