Passion of the Purse

If I compare you to a purse

And open the draw strings

What will I find within the folds

Is it money, the gush of coins

A lascivious smile or maybe a blush

Or a happenstance

Maybe even an old condom

Help me find the mystery

Join me as I scour

Searching from front to back

Every nook and cranny

Looking for the lost key

Or a photo, maybe a pen

It’s there, waiting to be found