Pandora keeps her box locked,
tattooed temptation on a warm
canvas, indelible by design.
Simple strikes in basic black,
shut the lid on a dim back alley,
secrets drawn in delicate detail.
Kitty kitty purrs across french tips,
mortal babe with an angel face
blows inquisitive kisses; curiosity
dances in the tilt of her glance,
kills quick the tom that rasps at her lock
with the flat of a sandpaper tongue.