I like that when I’m with you
The monsters under my bed don’t go away.
They usually reappear when there’s no one else around
But you’re so much a part of me, they’re content to haunt us both.
Maybe one day, your demons will meet my demons.
And if we’re really lucky, they’ll get along
So we can fight them off together,
Or hide under the covers till they tire themselves out.
- Selected Poems (1965-1975) (Margaret Atwood)
Don’t worry about being the smoothest talker, I like things a bit bumpy.
Don’t worry about making the right noises, your actions speak louder.
Don’t worry about making me cum dear, I’m already here.
Because worrying puts you in your head, and takes you out of my arms.