Master crafter of words
theif of hearts.
It's drooling with blood but it's never getting enough...slaying vastly, but never conquering enough...playing a game it keeps twisting to its taste....backstabbing the failures while relegating the successes.The justification of wrong is now requirement to fit in the crowd that seems to keep winning.©kaftee
Creating beautiful and priceless masterpieces out of the grimmest situations. This is what I call Art©kaftee
One moment it makes me feel a tinge of life... And then next thing I know it's burying me alive... ©kaftee
I craft words each dayRhyming and twisting stuff that mean the same,I just want to conjure a phraseThat has ever madeI want to paint a pictureThat none has ever picturedI just wanna create one imageThat will permanently remainIn the hearts of many.©kaftee
Flaming Oar,Stir your way through this still stream,Let there be ripples,Let the banks be filled.Flaming sword,Cut your way through this flesh,Let the body scorch,And the spirit come on.Cold wet hands,Work your way through this anatomy,Let my very screeching cease,Make me choke in orgasmic glee.©kaftee
Like a life saving brook,My thirst is quenched by you.Like gold hidden In the nooks,I keep wanting to touch you,I keep wanting to possess you,I keep wanting more of you.©kaftee
Those who chose to walk out of my life,For one reason or the other,Let them go. Those who chose to stay and help fix my boat,Let them stay.I won't force anyone to love me.I won't stop anyone who wants to care.©kaftee
The indomitable (2)
When he arrived she was still where he left her; pained expression. He sat beside the younger woman, not knowing what to say. He dared to put his arm around her. "Jan-" She tried to speak, but choked on tears. He shut his eyes. "Rachael. I'm sorry. I couldn't take it anymore. Each time you turn me away it makes me feel you're seeing someone else." What if he knew? No. As long as she avoided eye contact at that moment he'd not know. He brushed her hair aside, looking at her tearful eyes. She didn't look up. How would he react if he knew she was lesbian?©kaftee
A sad love story of a starved man and his frigid woman....
He looked at the wet street from his balcony and felt chills as he held the wet bars. Inside the room the woman lay fast asleep. He stepped back into the room, shutting the door to the outside world. Her full lips were parted slightly, and her eyes were shut, the wind blowing her massive eyelashes gently. He edged close to the bed, not sure whether to heed to the urge to kiss her. He feared she may respond harshly. She was always unpredictable. He brushed her eyebrow with his finger. "You're in my bed, but at times I feel you'll never be mine." He said under his breath. Her eyes fluttered open. He seemed lost in the blackness of her eyes. She sat up, shoving his hand away. A surge of anger swept through her system at the mere sight of him. She got up to take a shower. He looked on. "Rachael." He said. No response. He advanced at her as she looked in the dressing mirror. He circled her curvy body, but she hit the offending hand. He felt frustrated now. "Look, I won't keep up with this anymore. What in the name of Christendom do you want this time?" She totally ignored him. He grabbed her again, and locked her in a savage kiss. He could hear her muffled squeal as he dug his rough hands through her supple body. He could kill this woman. Five years of marriage had only been torture for him. He was sick of her sickening attitude. She wasn't a demi god. He soon grazed her neck with his razor sharp teeth, sucking through her flawless skin. He swept her off her feet, nailing her to the bathroom wall. He could feel his hard erection tease her soft core. He paid no heed to her struggling. He let his hunger take over, shoving his way into her brutally. He was too engrossed in passion, he didn't hear her scream. After what seemed like forever he let her slide down to the floor, his flaming thirst quenched. He walked away, leaving her to sob. He walked out to the wet street, letting the drizzle cool his nerves. He felt like a monster. But for how long could he spend his days begging for bed privileges? He looked back at their mansion from a distance and the image of her crying flashed back. He felt around his thick biceps and saw they bled slightly from her scratch. As he walked off, he could hear his heart pump slightly in guilt..."I got what I want...will she be mine now?" He cursed undertone, and turned back to the house.©kaftee
#@d_stranger7 #@harshktshWho ever wrote a piece and next moment forgot the very lines? Lol.
I write something,From my very spirit,I mean from deep within,And in the next moment,I look at the piece,And wonder if it truly came from me...I write a thing,From the depths of my spirit,And people ask me how I did it,But I look at the piece,And realised I forgot what I meant,When I first had it penned.©kaftee