I prefer to cook
for two, to share
the sweet aromas,
the sizzle, the hiss,
the steam, a sultry heat
that hints at passions,
appetites to feed
and flavours to explore,
learning tastes and textures,
all the timings that turn good
into perfection, ambrosia
to be shared and smiled about
with sidelong glances adding spice,
sweet promises of after dinner mints
to clear the palate for the main course
of the evening, a gentle kiss that opens
up the door to paradise for two. It is
never quite the same to eat alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Couldn't agree more MC, love this tasty poem though, you had my mouth watering! HG: -) xx