Creative Writing Love

Goody Trail

When I led him to the bedroom with my eyes, he smirked and said: Oh, big moves.

I said: You know so. I know how you want tonight to end.

I grabbed his hands and twisted his wrists until his tongue clicked the roof of his mouth in pain.

I used my tongue to unfurl his desire by tracking his nipples and moving down to his groin.

Out went his Gucci shirt. When he lifted his arms, beneath the Hugo Boss scent there resided something stronger and exciting.

What’s it about the acrid smell of a man that sets everything alight? It just might turn out to be a good night tonight.

Creative Writing Love


There’s nothing quite like painting a pearl necklace around you at the climax of our lovemaking.

Since you’re such a prude, I’ll call it a rosary.

I’ll take a pen to your skin.

I never expected to write on a canvas this veinous and muscular.

Blue looks good on you.

So does your nudity.

I prefer blue ink on you than green.

Green won’t do since we both have lost our innocence.

Whispering a last hurrah between your hard thighs was what excited me.

Both pen and tongue travel down your goody trail to hidden promises below.

The murmurs and giggles my tongue evicts from your mouth leaves us both wet.

Our love story’s denouement turned out to be a festival of just lust and sadness.

I loved you a little too much.

And expected you to feel the same way.

It used to be: He is everything.

It is now: He was everything.