My Chai
Sitting on the corner of the cafe with my friend after a long day,
Sipping the warm and sensual Chai tea,
Feeling the cold air from outside brush against my face when someone opens the door,
The taste of cinnamon ,nutmeg and milk flooded my mouth with pleasure ,
The soothing vapor mask my face delicately as i closed my eyes and inhale the sensual
aroma,
I stared outside the window watching people walk by,
I embraced my cup and sipped more,
The sounds of the tranquilizing music in the cafe sedated my tension even more,
I continued to the savor my chai until there wasn't a drop left,
And then walked out the cafe and left until the next day.
Copyright © Shivanee Tinkerbelle | Year Posted 2011
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