my Beloved Mokuren
your cuddly wuddly teddy bear, Mikoto
Excerpts from her Book of Conscience
what a man is my Mokuren.
the deuce does he think he is fooliní?
his laugh, do I sigh,
rampant ď Oh my ď,
what a darling is my Mokuren.
nights have I loved you, my dear.
you I have nothing to fear.
the ends of the earth,
we giggle in mirth,
now! Donít pinch at my rear!
is the shriek of their screams.
shall we sleep in sweet dreams,
is my hunny bunny,
not meant to be funny,
joy is ready to burst at the seams.
the curve of his brow.
refers me: his own little sow.
fetish for begonia,
lead to Estonia,
I donít care; Címon baby, take a low bow.
rotwood scent wafts through the din.
deeply in love am I in.
fun and some games,
in falling rains,
can anyone think this is sin?
This is supposed
to be like Edward Learís ď Book Of nonsense ď. As for included illustrations
like LearísÖ well, maybe I could give you some visual aid by describing
what sort of pictures are supposed to go with these limericks. I guess
you could try imagining a SD Mokuren and Mikoto having a tender moment
like Recca and Yanagi.
Couldnít sleep a wink for a week.
you could add a lot of corpses strewn randomly around and miscellaneous
torture objects protruding from the bodies or something. Well, leave it
up to your imagination. I think Iíve done enough perversions.
want to see a Mokuren and Mikoto romance?
TO THE FANFIC SECTION