Sweet and Spicy Cinnamon Tea

Do you remember that corner of your kitchen?
The one room in your apartment which had the most light
and the best view.
Do you remember the smell of the cinnamon every time we ended up there in the middle of the night?
The cold floor and the warm bodies,
the cold hands and the hot cup of sweet & spicy tea.
Do you remember our hands that never got confined to ourselves
even though we promised no “naughty business” in the kitchen?
Do you remember how your fingers ran through my back
and slowly grazed through my tattoos
and your lips left a dark red mark on them?
Do you remember how both of our legs were wrapped around each other for as long as we stood?
And do you remember how that cold breeze pierced our bare chest,
every time I opened the window for a quick smoke break? 
I remember all of it and everything, 
I remember how your cold fingers grabbed my hair
and pulled me closer to your luscious red lips
and how you bit your lips and drove me crazy.

I remember all you needed to do was just lick your lips 
and look at me the way you do
and I’d fall on my knees.
I remember you and your smell,
I remember your taste on my lips 
and your warm breath,
I still hear your voice in my ear, 
a subtle cheeky voice. 

On a cold blue evening, 
I still remember everything
and it makes me miss all of it. 
The view from the window, 
the cold marble on my feet, and you, all of you!