A Bishounen of Few Words
(An Ode to Sesshomaru)
In wondrous form he walks the earth
Well really just Japan
This moonlit, fair-skinned Bishounen;
This paragon of man.
My demon never teases me.
We've never quarreled or fought
For I can't disagree with him,
He just says, "…"
His blood is full of power
Of the finest pedigree.
His tail is white and fluffy
But that doesn't bother me
My love is an aristocrat
His title can't be bought,
But when talk turns political
He just says, "…"
I love his intense, brooding stare
His voice is smooth as song
His pecs are firm beneath his clothes.
His sword is nice and bishie's mind is sharp and keen
And full of deepest thought
But all my love will speak out loud is
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.
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