詩集-016 風流的臭臊

風流的臭臊 暗暝的路邊，電火點袂著。 空氣濕閣鹹，兩人秋閣嬈。 你彼領內衫，予汗浸到透。 展出少年的、結實的胸坎口。 恁爸看著你，像黏著紅毛土。 流汗的查埔味，迷甲我灰糊糊。 海口的鹹味，摻性命的甘苦。 是一陣予人擋袂住的臭臊。 喔～ 風流的臭臊，你按怎這歪哥？ 內衫猶未褪去，奶就予ＸＸＸ？ 你這的技術，是按佗位學？ 予你老爸爽甲下跤ＸＸＸ！ 滴落來，臭臊的風流滴落來！ 彼種查埔的氣概，恁爸上愛！ 臭臊毋是歹，是飄撇的囂俳。 少年的儘管來，予我閣爽一擺！ 喔～ 風流的臭臊，你予我有夠嬈！ 使一個目尾就予我的ＸＸＸ！ 靈魂機器故障，化做ＸＸＸＸ！ 噴佇彼塊枕頭，濺落佇阮ＸＸＸ！

Hong-liû ê tshàu-tsho Àm-mî ê lōo-pinn, tiān-hué tiám buē-tio̍h Khong-khì sip koh kiâm, nn̄g-lâng tshiu koh hiâu Lí hit-niá lāi-sann hōo kuān tsìm-kah thàu Tián-tshut siàu-liân-ê, kiat-si̍t ê hiong-khám-kháu Lin-pē khuànn-tio̍h lí, tshiūnn liâm-tio̍h hâng-mōo-thôo Lâu-kuān ê tsa-pōo-bī, bê-kah guá huê-hôo-hoo Hái-kháu ê kiâm-bī, tsham sènn-miā ê kam-khóo Sī tsi̍t-tsūn hōo-lâng tòng-buē-tiâu ê tshàu-tsho Ooh~ Hong-liû ê tshàu-so, lí án-tsuánn tsia uai-ko Lāi-sann iânn-buē thùn-khì, ling tō hōo bong leh so Lí tsia ê ki-su̍t, sī àn toh-uī o̍h Hōo lí lāu-pē sòng-kah ē-kha ti̍t-lâu-ko Tih--lo̍h-lâi, tshàu-tsho ê hong-liû tih--lo̍h-lâi Hit-tsóng tsa-pōo ê khì-khài, lín-pē siōng ài Tshàu-so m̄-sī pháinn, sī phiau-phiat ê hiau-phai Siàu-liân-ê tsín-kuán lâi, hōo guá koh sòng tsi̍t-pái Ooh~ Hong-liû ê tshàu-tsho, lí hōo guá ū-kàu hiâu Sái tsi̍t-ê bāng-bué tō hōo guá ê lán-siâu-siâu Lîng-hûn ki-khì kòo-tsiòng, huà-tsò pe̍h-se̍k ê ning Phùn tī hit-tē tsim-thâu, tsuān-lo̍h tī guán tōo-tsâi-kháu

The Musky Lust By the dark roadside, the streetlights fail to ignite. The air is damp and salty, the two of us horny and tight. Your undershirt is soaked right through with sweat. Exposing a young, solid chest that's dripping wet. This old man looks at you, stuck like drying cement. Blinded by your raw male musk, my mind is completely spent. The brine of the harbor mixed with life's bitter grind. A wave of unstoppable funk leaving everything behind. Oh, you wild, filthy musk, why are you so damn twisted and bent? Before the shirt is off, my chest gets a stroking descent! Where did you learn a technique as wicked as this? Making this old man ＸＸ from below in pure bliss! Dripping down, the wild, heavy musk is dripping down low! That raw masculine grit is the greatest thing this old man knows. This funk ain't a crime, it’s a dashing and cocky display. Young buck, just bring it on, make me feel that ultimate way. Oh, you wild, filthy musk, you make me so shameless and bad. One sideways glance from you drives my manhood completely mad. The machine of the soul breaks down, turning to Ｘ pure and white. Spraying across that pillow, splashing ＸＸ tonight!