Disclaimer: I felt it neccessary to mention another disclaimer. I don't own Inuyasha. Overall.
A crisp slap echoes
A sun-kissed face glows bright red,
His lecherous ways.
But though he's a perv,
she loves him more than she knows,
But too shy to tell.
Emotionally,
She is the strongest woman.
Physically too.
Battling her heart,
Pulling her in directions,
Completely different.
Go with her brother,
Or the very man she loves,
Or kill Naraku.
So many choices,
Too little time to do them,
Poor demon slayer.
A stunning beauty,
With brown eyes and jet-black hair,
Stealing all our hearts...
Lechery is shared,
But nary a lover's kiss,
But passion exists.
Though hugs aren't given,
Nor are their feelings spoken.
The love is still there.
Beyond the pervert,
Where hands go where not welcomed,
Stronger feelings lie.
But until spoken,
Feelings are locked within them,
Riding Kirara.
Many consider
Miroku a pimp because,
He has the women.
But think about it,
Miroku doesn't want them,
Heart lies with Sango.
How would Sango feel,
To hear her monk called a pimp,
Possibly flustered.
Miroku: a pimp.
A common misconception.
He's misunderstood.
The characters are
So often led misguided,
Just like Kikyou.
The childish don't want,
To look beyond what they see,
And grasp the meaning.