I never posted in here in all my time. Actually to be honest, what Im about to post really wouldnt fit anywhere else. Neither here in truth either since its not purely sexually related. The other board types Im on though, I guess Im tired of the same response types I get. Maybe here with its more "broad" but sexually focused nature will be enlightening.

I think though it will give a clue to the type of person I am.

This poem of sorts is based off the scene in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (of all things) that has Dick Van Dyke, and Sally Ann Howes in it. Where Dyke dressed as a giant clown toy, goes to wind up the giant music box with Howes untop.

This was just used as a basis. My poem is much more a dark reflection.



Turning the key.
Passion in my eyes.
The audience gathers.

I/She Spins round and around.
While calling to her of love.
The audience giggles.

I/She cannot see me.
Realizing the validity in the repetition.
The audience laughs.

I/She winds down.
Staring pleadingly into her mystic eyes.
The audience roars.

The music box is stopped.
A circular motion, a circular event.
The audience dissipates.

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