Ode to my Surface Pro



Ode to Surface Pro

I see you looking at me from across the room

You can’t get enough of me, can you?

You want to feel my fingers all over you

You want to bask in the heat of my gaze

You want me to push your every button

So you can gently respond.

Begging me for more…

You glory in me ripping you apart

And slapping you back together


Even now you bend to my every whim

I tease you with my touch before

Tearing you apart and leaving you broken

While I eat my food and watch a show

I’ll take my sweet time but eventually

I will hold you and bring you together again.


Soon, you beg for a different type of touch

The whip I use on you every night

Lights you up like the fourth of July

But still, you beg for it, day and night

You hunger for that whip.

So I will end these strokes of pleasure

And feed my love the whip she craves

 Okay, 7%, I get it…



Some nights…

 Like tonight, 

I stay awake.


About you.

If you are out there



More than my imagination.

More than my daydream.

More than your words

On a screen

In my hand

And in my heart.

I love the fantasy I have of you.

I love that you don’t actually see me.

There is something so beautiful about a world freed from reality.

I can be myself, without being my total self.

It is beautiful


Some nights

Like tonight…