Mannequin

Why I Can't Have You?

I saw you.
I saw your slim body wearing that beautiful mini dress, getting more shinny with those necklace and bracelets.
I saw your black stiletto, Baby, you look so sexy. Everyone wants to touch you.

I was touching you.
I was touching your soft skin, your beautiful dress.
I was touching your beautiful jewelries. I love them, I love you, so much.

I suddenly realized.
Baby, I can't have you.
I can't stand of those price tags on your body--even you have one.
Baby, you make me sick.
Everything on your body cost too much.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I should leave you there.
I'm opening the door and leaving you, beautiful mannequin.
I'm really sorry I can't have everything on you.

♠ ♠ ♠

I actually don't know if this counts as a drabble or just short story, or even poem? Nah, not that last one hehe.
My first story here on mibba. Hope it's a good one :D