Prompt

He asked me to write a poem for her
Prompted me on blue eyes
Olive skin
Cascading hair
Bodily cliches
Just to get his cock wet

I wanted to write about hazel eyes
Calloused hands
Patchy beards
How I felt on tarmac-melting summer days
When my eyes latched onto his sweat
Like two cats to a single laser beam
to get my cock wet

She laughed at his poetry
He laughed at mine
But only I kept on writing
as though writing could convince