Technologie's Paramour

I am technologies paramour (or whore) I suppose
Hands adjacent to the throws of mentally ecstatic passion
fornicating computer keys with finger tips
the preferred vehicle of my expression
writing utensil and paper a last resort in many respects
because they slow the process of
thought to medium.

Descending pace can be likened to a friends-with-benefits package
Hollow, albeit, entertaining...
Absent-minded, often forgetful, and easily bored when the rhythm's infrequency becomes the norm 
arrangement (of word to page) becomes uneventful and unfocused nonsense.

I am technologie's paramour...call it what you want

It's more befitting than addiction (info excepted). =)