Sonnet

Certain men like to write
Even while their girlfriend sits naked
Beside them on the bed
With beautiful breasts
And delicate sensibilities

They go on writing
Franz Kafka was like that
And so was T. S. Eliot
They had, in one case, a very unhappy childhood
And, in the other, some other difficulties

But this is academic
I may be difficult, but I'm not impossible
And if you sit naked beside me on the bed
I'll look up