Wrapped in a gorgeous gown that clung br to parts of her that were primordial, br revealing halves of breasts that hung br suspended between chords that cordial br accompaniment enhanced, she played br as though she was the soloist. br No quartet rained on her parade, br with her you merely coexist, br for she’s the diva on which eyes br are focused, while the ears are drifting. br Experiences like these surprise br those men who don’t find breasts uplifting.