To the Fresh Meat Who I LOVED
2018-11-25 本文已影响0人
ImSheryl
Oh little pretty boy,
Oh fresh meat,
How masculine, how innocent,
With perfect body and tanned skin.
They do not know what the youth is,
But with the lure
Which is a mixture of unpretending shyness and purest ambitionness,
They tempt people.
Mystery hide in their eyes,
Simplicity comes out from their sleeves,
Although they looks plain,
I know the flavor.
What a shame,
They do not belong to me.
I'm the passer-by,
I walked closer, watched, appreciated,
I feel grateful.
I will not linger for one.
For I am a one of all
who enjoy youthness and appreciate the beauty.
--- To the fresh meat who I have never owned