My fingers, easily undress
the black keys
of my keyboard,
breasts of my computer.

They tickle and turn white,
feeling ashamed
of this forbidden love.

My fingers touch the screen,
this mouth,
of lips so colorful,
and trembling movements.

It goes stand by
and then turns on,
having as background,
words of heart.

I hold hands with the mouse,
walking on my desk,
and then it goes wireless,
so we take countless steps.

I go inside the computer tower,
underneath these clothes,
and connect to a virus-free download
without warnings and pop-ups .