![]() ![]() There is joy in sharing and I want to share you. When I am done with you, I will pass you along to my friends. Let you tease me, please me, make me scream while you satisfy me over and over again. ![]() I need to have you on the kitchen counter, on my dining table, on the hard wooden floor, day and night. You see, I am a fierce and naughty lover and you stirred my imagination. And, no matter if we dine in fine restaurants or in modest home stays, I am always the helpless beggar who only knows how to ask for more, more, a little bit more of you.Īnd, the more I have you, the more I want you. When I am with you my eyes fill with tears, my nose sniffles, but a smile dances on my lips. You burned my tongue, but awoke my spirit. In the couple of weeks we spent together, you set my deepest desires on fire and unleashed my insatiable appetite. I feel for you what French call amour fou, uncontrollable passion. When I first arrived here and the Bhutanese told me that making ema datshi is as good as making love, I laughed in disbelief. My heart decided to linger for a while longer. No questions asked.īut it’s not all gloomy. And according to my wrist watch, there are only two hours, ten minutes and ten seconds left before the dragon will take me on its wings and carry me far, far away. According to the calendar, today is the twenty sixth of July, meaning it’s my last day in Bhutan. Life is a string of things that end even before being finished. ![]()
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