there's not a
a girl
in this world
who never
had a
mr. Black.

mr. Black
is everything,
is cute,
is gorgeus,
is lovable.

mr. Black's
cover doesn't
really matter
and
others would utter,
"why?"

mr. Black
is mystique,
unique,
different.

he accepts,
he declines,
he's rough,
he's smooth,
mostly,
he's dubious,
he's idyllic,
he's an unvivid
character
in the blank
pages of some
chapters
of her diary.

he can make
her feel
such halcyon moments
that no one can
ever do,
he can make
her indulge
such gentle
nuzzles,
tight hugs,
and forehead kisses.

after friday's love
comes nth-day's love,
she then awaits
the next
mr. Black.