[wolfbittenpoet]

I carress you
My fingertips tracing your curves
Loving the sounds you make for me
I smile and inhale
Heady with your scent
You work so hard to help me
I stroke you
Calling out the best of us both
I praise you
Until it is late in the night and we are both exhausted
I curse you
When you run dry of essense at awkward moments
I worship you
My midnight mistress
I fear for the day you fail me
For how will I be a typewriter boy without you
You are my beauty
My battered ancient goddess of print
My Typewriter Lover