He is 30 years old, Tall, Dark and oh so very handsome,
Originally African so his accent is still thick, Black braided hair and his beard so slick,
His arms are so muscular and his figure quite hench, with skin so soft and perfect and his bum so round and dense,
He has a sparkle in his eyes that glistens when he smiles, Teeth so white and pure, he really is perfection,
A University degree, a business entrepreneur,
He drives a Mercedes sport, and has Jordans for each outfit, he designs his own brand and he sure knows how to work it,
Nine to five he sits in his office,
At night he party's, surrounded by friends, different events each day, always occuping his schedule,
Never alone,
Never bored,
But now here's the catch,
Does he lives with his friend, with his ex, or is he really on his own?
At first it was his friends but then he soon slipped up,
He has a baby boy as perfect as can be, how can his child have more followers than even he,
So that's where his mysterious era surrounds his soul,
Has he really left her, is he perfect after all?
He's living the high roller life, independent as can be, but can one turn his head even as basic and unlucky as she?