I liked your style,
Then gulped your smile:
Victoria
Was so much more
Than I had dreamt.
But what I meant
By loving you
Was wanting to
Have sex all night
(As well I might -
You turn me on
And on and on).

Lust's not enough:
I must be tough.
Linguistically,
You're far from me
And culturewise,
What's in your eyes
Is different, sure -
But nothing more
Than what I find
In every kind
Of friend I know;
And though I crow
My girlfriend's you,
It's not quite true:
I'm sorry Yang,
I'm not your man.