Pandora’s Box
Winking, blinking lights fill the air.
Desire fills her body as she reaches out.
For the unknown desire of knowledge.
One little look at the inside of the bright box,
It wouldn’t hurt—
She lets her hand caress the smooth, shapely sides.
It pulses with energy ready to be released.
She sits back on her heels and lets her hands run through her golden locks.
Doubts fill her mind.
A sense of guilty regret.
The box pulses, drawing her hand back to it.
One look would not hurt anything.
Would it?
Resting in period
Gaps create peace of mind.
Muscles loosen out.
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