I love to write

This is my umpteenth attempt at a Villanelle; but only the second one I have posted.

If you don't understand what a Villanelle is, please read Wikipedia before you critique the poem.

I love to sit; I love to write
My stories as I stare and think;
I work on it with all my might.

Sometimes I dream a beuateous sight,
A lovely shade of female pink;
I love to sit; I love to write.

And sometimes when I'm up all night,
I see the story! Then I blink:
I work on it with all my might.

I craft my words 'til they're just right,
Not "hairy pussy", but as "mink" --
I love to sit, I love to write.

I always try to be polite
When writing with my pixel-ink:
I work on it with all my might.

I post them to a certain site
Which grants to me my proper link.
I love to sit; I love to write.
I work on it with all my might.