¡Buenos días! ♥ Hoy me apetece compartir el segundo de los poemas que he escrito en inglés, espero que les guste… ¿Qué piensas sobre escribir en otros idiomas? ¿Lo has hecho? ¡Feliz jueves!

The first kiss tasted bitter

like the first sip of red wine.

Kissing you was drinking

from your lemonade lips

with a honey aftertaste.

 

Making love to you

was like discovering

the sweet taste of rum.

 

You were sour-tasting

and now look at us,

always coming back for more

like kids addicted to candy.

 

You were so exotic

like a new spice

and yet here I am now

feeling at home when we touch.

 

I like having a hangover from you

because the feeling seems familiar.

 

I will never have enough of you

because your body

has become

an acquired taste.

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