An Intimate Relationship

I'm sure most of my fellow writers will agree,
But I think I have an intimate relationship 
    with my PC. 

Perhaps its the hours and hours of time, 
Or maybe that we can spin a real dirty line. 
Perhaps its because its my first morning thought,
Or maybe the touch of the keystrokes, or maybe 

     not.

In the wee hours of the morning you can find me 

     there.

Sitting hunched over my pc in my big chair. 

In the dimmest light I hover, writing, its effect 

     infectious, 

So focused am I, I may as well be whispering, 

     "My precious!" 

Writing consumes, engulfs, and o'rshadows me, 

I know I have an intimate relationship with my 

     PC.

Don't you?

Kisses,
Lesa