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Your Worth .

I would do anything to get my hand on you, what lengths would I go to get you but you are way out of my league. It was love at first sight, I noticed your smooth skin when I walked past and I had to feel you, your smoothness.
Dark and beautiful, your creation was perfect and accurate, for weeks I continued to watch you I envied the women that had and held you, but we obsess over our wants, not our needs. I promise not to treat you like they do, i know your worth .

I wanted to be the envy of other women who could not get you, flaunting your perfecting everywhere I went, I knew it was meant to be so I came up with a plan . I watched as you left in her arm, followed her into the restaurant and club, I waited for her to go the ladies knowing she would abandon you after a few glasses of wine, and there it was an opportunity only a fool will miss out on.

Her friends chatted amongst themselves not acknowledging your presence, walking straight past them I took picked you up, holding you in my hand exiting the club like I owned you.
 I gave  her wallet , lipstick and mobile phone to the bouncer telling him they belong to a drunk girl . Now you are finally mine, after weeks of watching and wishing, you are all mine, not feeling guilty about the way I got you, walked home swinging you in my hand.
 You are worth it.
My new handbag
Its Prada.

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