Mr moon came to me last night With a sweet question. he said, “The sun has been my faithful lover For millions of years. Whenever I offer my body to him Brilliant light pours from his heart. Thousands then notice my happiness And delight in pointing Toward my beauty.
How many a generous rain has poured, so that the sea could scatter pearls! How many a sun of blessing has shone, so that clouds and seas might learn generosity! The sunbeams of Wisdom struck the soil, so that earth might receive seed: the soil is faithful to its trust— whatever you sow, you reap. The soil’s faithfulness comes from that Faithful One, since the Sun of Justice shines on it. Until springtime brings the touch of God, the earth doesn’t reveal her secrets. [Mathnawi I: 501-511, tr. Kabir & Camille Helminski, The Rumi Daybook] naked
GP writes about his male massage experiences in Sri Lanka I was on a 14 day trip to Sri Lanka in 2010 – 7 days on the beach and 7 days touring the cultural triangle. We arrived at a hotel in Habanara about 5pm to visit the sites the next day; it was a nice modern hotel but as it was out of season, and earily very quiet. The journey from our beach base had been quite hard – 4.5 hours in a minibus so I checked into my room and prepared to have a nap before dinner. In the dick here
I went to Indonesia a few years ago and was staying with friends on Bali. It is a mixture of Hindu and Buddist which is a very uninhibited culture. I needed a haircut and found a hairdresser on the edge of the tourist area of town. I said I wanted a haircut and the very good looking handsome hairdresser suggested a massage which is common there. I could see as soon as I walked in he had eyed me up thoroughly. I was resistant at first as I had things to do later but mostly because I suspected he might dick here
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