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Much love 8.

Dearest yeshe. I would wake up early and sneak out of the house and went to the monastery that the woman dropped Poppy. I didn’t feel comfortable being with you unless I see our daughter, Poppy. By sun light I was about to enter I said that I was the mother of Poppy. I told them I was pure of heart and just wanted to see her. When I did she was getting bigger and bigger every time I saw her she was intelligent and was learning to write and read. She didn’t recognize me but that look on her face indicated that she read the letter or has had the letter read to her. I had to introduce my self to her every time. “Mama and paala love you. Paala misses you.” I told her without breaking down. I tried to entertain her the I had to leave. I cried every time I had to leave her. I decided that I was going to write her letters instead of visiting. “Where were you my love,�� you asked seeing the tears. “She read the heartbreaking letter, she is growing up fast and does not recognize me” I sobbed. You took me into your arms and held me as if am some precious turquoise. I cried that I can’t see her again. You said that I would not any classes until I was better. I went to the room and wrote a letter to Poppy then I let you come in, so we can be with eachother. Even though I can’t produce anymore I just wanted your touch. I got into a silky gown that you like and enticed you to kiss me. When you came to me I teased your lips and then our tounges danced slowly but erotically. You massaged my womanhood, stroking and petting it while saying sweet nothings to me. You got between my legs and kissed my womanhood as if it were a delecate flower. I could fell your playful tounge inside me. You came back up and kissed me gently and slowly. As we kissed you entered me and we coupled. How I love you Yeshe.

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Love poem written as Nebo Tsang 19.

In a new cave The Yeti and his lover Woke up to strange Yet Pleasant music. “Good morning my sweetheart, the Yeti said. As he gently kissed His delecate flower The young woman did not Know to couple Dance Or both. They both decided That their tounges will do The dancing as they meet During the kiss. The Yeti and the young woman Couple tenderly Though on his terms He has his way with her The young woman Loved every minute Of it.

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Love poem written as Nebo Tsang 18.

The young woman Desire both the Yeti And showing Off her odd lover in the town But her skilled lover said Ma’re No she thought So she had respect his wishes But she grew tired of the cold cave. They planed to walk in the mountain passes In the dead of night On night One when the moon was full And bright They walk along To avoid humans They go deeper into the mountains As the walk She kisses her savage And skilled lover “Kayrangla gawpo yo.” She said. They embrace and explore eachothers bodies. They couple Her doing most of the work To satisfy And to love.

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“One person's craziness is another person's reality.”

~Tim Burton.

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This is because of my past life that I am blogging about. This personality test again my base these results on plast lives.

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I don’t know if these personality tests are based on my current life or past lives. This most be from my 3 past lives as a Chinese concubine.

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Tony the gold fish

Happily and freely Does the fantail goldfish Named Tony Swims With out a care in the world Tony thinks The world is a peaceful place Yet he does not know Much of what goes on Beyond the fish Bowl But it is better Then hearing and seeing The bad things That happens outside of the Fish Bowl So freely and happily Tony swims Ignorance is bliss When you’re a fantail goldfish In your little slice Of paradise

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“Mothers should negotiate between nations. The mothers of the fight countries would agree:stop this killing now. Stop it now!!!”

Youshikuni taki

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Much love 7.

Dearest darling Yeshe As my belly swelled with our second child our coupling style had to change slightly. You had to enter me from behind whenever couple so not to hurt the child. When I woke up you had kissed me and I had to turn to return the affection. But I refused so I turned around and we kissed face to face as we embraced. I felt you rub yourself against my womanhood as to not to enter me. I stroked, petting your head as we kissed. I was surprised that some of your mature age was still able to produce. As we coupled you traced the shape of my womanhood with member carefull trying not to penitrate me. I felt nothing a thing except for pleasure. You were driving me insane, so I spread my legs in a split and you massaged and kissed my inner legs, thighs and womanhood with your mouth and tounge. I moaned loudly as if I was being murdered. That woke up a two year old Poppy and she walked in. I did realize until the wash of pleasure went away and I opened my eyes. I put a gown on and rushed her out of the room. Poppy wasn’t even afraid but laughing. “Come with me my little flower,” I said trying not be embraced. Though I knew she wasn’t ignorant. When I left her with the caretaker she described everything she saw. I rushed back to the room and I was almost sobbing with embarrassment. Would she be scarred for life? I will never know. The caretaker came in a rage and saw that we were unfit and that we were animals. She then took Poppy away and that was the last I saw of her in the house. I left your embrace and in the gown I chased after the caretaker and saw from around a corner that she took her to become a nun. I ran before the bitch could see me but she took me by the hair and threw me to ground. Causing me to miscarriage. I went home back to you I told you what happened and that I lost the baby who was a boy. I laid in your arms and cried until my eyes were red and itchy. I again had to recover and never had children again because my body changed after the stress, loss and the misscraiage. When i had more strength and healed I wrote a letter to Poppy and took it to the monastery where she was living until she got older. I asked the senior Lama to give this letter to Poppy when she can read and write. I could not believe the fact that I am young and barren. I then ran back as a nobody. When I came to you we shyly couple. My love for you is emense and intense but not for the love of life. If it wasn’t for you I would have jumped. For the next few days I took the teachings and read and re-read them until I felt better.

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Love poem written as Nebo Tsang 17.

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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Finding who you are.

There once was a prince. Who left his palace Set up by his parents To be perfect Left to see the world out side. Though overwhelming of excitement He saw a lot of suffering And had a lot of time to himself. One day when he was alone He found his true self And became enlightened. And happy. Moral of the story.... Find out who you are And Do it on purpose!!!

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Married couple

I have asked many times, for A couple of Husband and Wife. Or we will see or meet earlier, During our childhood in the next life. ~the 6th Dalai Lama.

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I did this in high school. When I discovered Buddhism.

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Love poem written as Nebo Tsang 16.

The yeti and the young woman coupled In the light of a full moon Out side of the cave Making things to obvious Other humans By coupling out side of the cave In the moon light Under the stars The yeti and his lover have their ways with each other. The yeti kisses the young woman’s inner body With pleasure She screams. Almost like a wolf Then she sit up and gently kissed him And opens up and he enters her Now she is control but chose to be loving about it. During their forbidden acts Under the stars In the moonlight.

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Much love 6.

My loving yeshe. My loving soul. One day when you were done classes. We coupled in your training hall. There is something about you teaching martial arts that brings out the she-yeti in me. We gave the bed room a forgo and just coupled there. I teased your lips with my tounge and your scars. Soon you kissed me and embraced. The smell of your musk was a beautiful sent second to a flower. We kissed, and our tounges meet and danced their erotic yet alien dance. I fell on the floor not by accident but out of desire. You still kissing followed suit. There on the floor we kissed and explored our bodies in embrace. You were on top and got between my legs. There we couple shyly. You entered me and gently humped me. I felt the pleasure and your love for me. I crooked my leg around your hip drawing you closer into me. There as we coupled you kissed each of my chakras all seven of them. We kissed gently and passionately. “I am glad to have you with me after my classes to cool me off and warm my heart,” you said kissing me. “you know that we were too broken souls but we have healed and becaome whole.” “You healed me and yourself through love and compassion.” I said. tears welling up in both my eyes. Not of sadness but out of love. I ran my mouth against your scars. You kissed me on the forehead as if I am some precious jewel. I took your face, gently kissing your face as if it was delecate flower. “I named our daughter Poppy because we keep making love in the poppy fields. That and the girl in our poems is named Poppy.” You asked about lunch and spread my legs as if inviting you to kiss my womanhood. You massaged, kissed and penatrated me with your tounge. A shock of pleasure in me. “You Yeti!!! “ I screamed with passion. “Your a She-Yeti yourself,” you said laughing and kissing me. We got dressed and headed to the kitchen so I can give you a proper lunch and for myself.

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Half moon.

This month passes away, The next month does come. I will visit you in The light half of the moon. ~6th Dalai Lama.

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Celestial mirror.

Dear mental health worker You only see my faults But there’s more to it than that. Are you afraid of Buddhist people Are you afraid of actual humans Well I am a Buddhist And I am human.... A flawed creature. I am showing you Your flaws and weaknesses Your short comings. Is that it. Do I frighten you. Guess what. There is no such thing as normal. If you don’t like people Then may lord Buddha have mercy on your soul. Use love. Not hate.