'TWAS only coffee, yet we both drank deep, I won't deny I felt intoxication; For just to see those roguish moon-eyes peep Over the cup, I plunged in dissipation. She raised her cup, and I raised also mine; She gave a look, as if "Now are you ready?" Our eyes met o'er the rims -- it seemed like wine, So sweet, divine, bewitching, almost "heady." So cup on cup! The salad, too, was good. I had of that far more than my fair rations. Yet served it merely as an interlude Between the music of the cup flirtations. And then to have her say 'twas all my fault! I fairly blushed, and gazed down at my cup. I noticed, though, she had not called the halt Until the pot was empty, every sup. |