Give Me My Wings

It's shiny. It's new. It's spankin' damn good.

It's curled up in bed with me.

It makes all the right noises and keeps going until I'm finished, until I'm flat on my back and blinking.

Baby, it knows how hot it is so well that it comes with an inbuilt fan.

Not that I'm basking or anything.

Laptop. New laptop. My laptop. I feel like I've regained a limb, like there's a whole neglected part of me that's stirring, flexing, ready to start directing and empowering me once again... I'm online. I'm plugged in. I'm hooked up. I'm like a junkie that just got handed a business supplying.

This may not be healthy. I really don't give a shit.

This hotass is mine.