I make everything awkward. (Overthink)

We move as if there's
a rotational pull,
magnets I've once or twice
heard it described as.
You could tutor me
to distraction
or intelligence,
I'm not sure,
it's less sadistic in my head
but isn't it always?
Let me wipe the moisture from my flesh
and kiss you until you're asleep,
I love watching you half rested
but sentiments are for wish-wash girls drenched in mush.
I'm trying hard to be hardened and up-tight
it might not be sexy but it's safe
and sound finally,
I close my eyes.
Dream of my Nan smiling,
the pretty lady in pink
suddenly I'm unconcerned with serious, fun,
stupid, easy,
plain, caring,
the sentiments.
Life is short.
I like you because I like you
and I'm happy here
in your bed.