The light oak box looked inviting, perfectly proportioned. Key in the lock waiting to be opened, begging to be opened. The key felt warm to the touch strong and forceful. The click of the lock was assuring and welcoming. The lid almost opened itself, perfectly weighted and balanced. The bright silk lining whispering as fingers run over it. Tempting you to explore further, tempting you into dark corners then a snap like a dogs bark as the lid whacks shut. the key cold now, secrets and pleasures forever locked away.