Pandora
As our lips locked, I’d have swallowed the key
If this wasn’t where she wanted to be,
Alone in this crowded place,
Where our hands knew only haste
Though we were strangers to each others’ names
With the newborn night to play Passion’s game
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She had a smile like a shotgun buck shot,
Eyes that would paint a red dot on a man’s heart
I could see she was fire;
She only knew how to burn,
But I threw myself at her again
Losing a lesson once learned:
The most dangerous of girls sits at the top of her world
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She broke away first
Having only whet my thirst,
She gave me a box to hold, but never open,
Five minutes and she’d return,
The burning yearning
I felt as her heels started turning
Planted in me the seed of need.
As the night swallowed her up, I could almost see:
She was as best as asbestos for me.
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Five lonely minutes passed,
A sour hour,
The clock turned
She didn’t return
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The impression she’d made was like no other girl;
I’d a taste of her body but starved for the soul of her,
I opened the box of secrets she didn’t bother to lock
And with that leveled myself and a whole city block