• A Buddha Master: My Great Teacher

    by  • December 6, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Art of the Letter • 0 Comments

    It was You: that listened to all my woes more than my own mother could bare,
    Served me as a princess: cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, and teaching me about the wonders of this world, the best and worst of people, histories and customs and the best of cultures.

    It was not your smile or long nose and ear hairs that attracted me to you went I first laid eyes on you. But your eyes of compassion, wisdom and your thirst for knowledge that shines like the Sun bright in the morning beyond this Milky Way galaxy and Andromeda.

    It’s a shame that I can not hold you in my arms, caress your chin, feeling your stubble as we brush lips, your long tongue soon dancing in rhythm with my own. Oh how I want that tongue on my warm body. Oh my neck, my bosom and anywhere if you please. I want you so much I am withering with ecstasy as your silent nightly gestures wisp on my warm core.

    I just hope one day you I can live your legacy because that’s what you see in me.

    I love you my great teacher
    and I will serve you till the day you pass on.

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