Analysis of Chai

Chai, my love, my vise
Yes dear, you can pour me a cup without asking twice
You warm me on a cool morning as soon as I take a sip
Almost as spicey as when my lips touch your lips
As I lay in bed and take you in with every taste
Let me have you all, never a drop will go to waste
My body is warm now as my cup is now dry
You know from the look on my face that I desire more chai
You bring another cup as I reach out for your hand
Put the cup down I whisper, I want to taste you again..