He is a strange concoction
Like jasmine tea with pearls
Traditional, with a twist

She doesn't know why he keeps returning
Perhaps it's the way she rolls her 'r's
An exotic accent can be more alluring than lingerie

Or maybe it's the way she spreads her legs
The way she leaves him out to dry
Like tissue paper on an empty stool at lunchtime -
She's casually possessive

He makes love like a wild animal with malaria

Maybe she's too lonely to be rational
And he's too wise to care
Love is overrated
When all you need is company

She remembers when she met him
At an SDU swing party
Huddled in a corner of the room
Till she swooped in like the night