Seductive antic in her eyes, Portentous as impassioned night, Her wet-parted lips disguise, Desire manifesting delight. Her voice imbued with stirring joy, Tremulous as the falling rain, Now flirtatious, now acting coy, Each chalice fills with song again. Shaken as a well mixed drink, She moves in a rhythmic vortice, Like a sassy wedge of lime or pink Cherries on a clink of ice. ...