Side By Side

 A quick poem that is part of the Kaboom Collaboration check out the rest of the K.C at

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She is a spark that exists only in a dream, white as milk, dressed in silk. Brighter she glows the more I grow inching my way toward her.
For we are connect she and I as the dawn needs the dusk and noon needs midnight, shadow and light exist side by side.
She glides threw my oak, weed, vines not noticing my flowers; they are too inky for her eyes.

We play this game so many times she flows through me into a dream created in a moon beams. I try my best to touch her get close to her, she flies to the moon almost out of my grasp. Almost but not quite I rap myself a round her foot up her leg and around the thigh.

My finger tips scratch across her spine bringing her down, down to the ground, she glow ever brighter as I become ever so tighter. She’s a Bernini sculpture bathed in moonlight and for a second it’s just the two of us in the dark. She’ll break free she always does, but for know she’s mine all mine.

 A night for Daydreams

This is a short story that is being made into a romance comic.

She smelled like chocolate, smooth and warm, no small surprise since she

probably bathes in the stuff given the chance. But that was beside the point.

What to focus on here were the facts: one, she was on top of him, hands at his

shoulders, pinning him while looking down with a devilish glint in her eye; two, it

had been a while, a good long while since he was this close to something so

pretty; and three, the smell of chocolate was a welcome change from the smell of

old pizza and hot plastic he was so accustomed to. However the only words that

kept running through his mind were, "How the hell did this happen?"

    Bubbling laughter poured out of the college dorm room, everyone sitting around

in a circle sharing the same drink. Some old Wal-Mart booze tasted like vodka, and

it looked like a cloudy fruit punch.
    
   "I'd say dress up like a girl and run around the dorm but ya already done that

once." Al said choking down what was left in his cup. "What? Wanna see it

again?" said Keith, a smirk on his face. Al cringed a the thought of seeing Keith in

women’s garb for second time and shot back with a dirty scowl.

   "O SHUT UP… and pour me another drink. That’s your dare, to just shut up for one night."

The room buzzed again with laughter at the morbid idea of Keith actually

being quiet for any amount of time. There were people in the room besides Keith

and Al but most notable was Jesse trying to figure out who was supposed to spin

the bottle next. It was decided somewhere between the second and third round

of drinks that they were going to play truth or dare, and somewhere between the

third and fourth round they had completely forgotten the order.
    
  "Why the hell did I have to get Keith. If that damn bottle had just gone a little

more to the left it would have hit Jessie. There would have been many different

dares I'd ask her and not one would have been shut up.” Al thought to himself

while Keith poured him another drink. Jessie was definitely looking good tonight,

wearing a black shirt that came up only to her shoulders and blue jeans that

hugged the right places. There was just a usual way Jessie was beautiful with out

putting effort into it .
    
After a while, Jessie spun the bottle it went around the group two or three

times before it landed. Everyone went quiet when they remembered the game

was still in play. Al engrossed him self in his drink; it was cheap, broke, college

student brew, but a good brew none the less.  Al really didn't give it much

thought. If it had been him spinning the bottle, things would have been different.

But Jessie wasn't the type of girl to put people on the spot."Okay, Al, truth or

dare?" The words didn’t really register for couple of seconds till he realized

thirteen pairs of eyes were staring at him.

  “Truth, what’s the worst that could happen?" Al chuckled into his drink. Jessie

stood up, put a devilish smile on her face, and walked over to Al, putting a notable

extra sway into her step. Jessie wouldn’t put a man on the spot, but Jess, the girl

he tended to torture in good fun, would. "Is that so? Al what's your sweet spot?"

Everyone looked blankly at each other then at Al trying to think of the meaning of

what she had said. Al had couple that came right to him, but none of them could

be right for anything. He gave her befuddled glance "Ah, darlin'... I think your

going to have to explain." Jessie bent down so she would be at eye level with him

voice sultry and sweet at the same time.

  "What makes you turn to goo in a woman’s hands?" Everyone blank faces turned

into complete dismay, except for Keith's and Al's. Keith looked like he was going to

explode; he had a hundred bad jokes and other comments built up that he could

use. Al’s eyes turned into saucers as he tried to form a sentence.  

  "Ear lobes. Mine... nibble... a." The words came out raspy and out of focus.

   "Mmmm, will have to test that out to make sure," Jessie said as she took his cup

from his hand. Before he could laugh it of as some big joke, he was led out of the

room and to her room, just down the hall from where they were. Next thing he

knew, he was on his back on Jessie's floor, mostly because he was so dumbstruck

by the whole thing. That, and he was just to damn drunk to find a chair.

    "Okay darlin', nice joke. I'm sure Keith's about to blow a gasket and everyone

else is...."Before Al could finish his sentence, Jessie had slid between his legs, and

pinned him to the floor, though he didn't put up a fight. She leaned down, just so

her lips were next to his ear. Al wanted to say something, anything; what would

have done fine, but nothing came out. Jessie didn't wait for him as she started

nibbling his ear lobe slowly; savoring every part just like the chocolate she loved

so much. Al's body went electric, tingles all over, sensations he thought were long

dead came roaring back. While he was enjoying the sweet smell of her body and

whatever the hell she was doing, his eye twitched from joy and he realized he

should be doing something too.

    Jessie stopped for a second to give Al a chance to readjust himself, long

enough, for him to get a straight shot to her neck and collarbone She began her

exquisite torture again, this time sucking from the top of the ear lobe, all the way

down, and doing it over again. This sent a growl through Al's gritted teeth, and it

was the last push he needed to start attacking her exposed skin. He wasn't slow

like she was, kissing and sucking at what ever his lips could get on. Everything

tasted better than the last, but not chocolate like he thought; it was sweeter and

warmer, and her skin and smell were intoxicating. The little mewing sounds she

made were the best. He could feel hot puffs of breath on his neck and a deep,

deep want flowing through him. But his head was screaming at him to listen. This

is Jessie, an intoxicated Jessie no less stop before you do something profoundly

stupid. It took what was left of his resolve to stop her torture and get her to look him

in the eye.

“Wait a second Jess this is wrong“. She looked at him hurt for a second.

“What no good?”. Al stumbled over his words “What? No hell no, its just”. Now

jess looked confused like al was talking in riddles. Al looked away it was easier

that way

“You’re my friend and I don’t want to be taken advantage is all.” Jess gave the

noble boob next to her a small smile and sank here head into his shoulder.

“How drunk are you rite know?”

“Drunker then a mule on Friday”.

“And how drunk do you think I am?”

Al gave the thought some time to run around his head before

answering. “Considering you’re not exactly what I call an alcoholic id say a couple

of drinks under me.” The devilish glint in eyes return this time more feral then

before then she pulled her self into his lap the last place he wanted her to be,

while he was trying to be so damn noble.

“Not a drop, so trust me your not the one taking advantage” Al stared down at

her hair framing her face, hazel eyes were dark now and he had a good sense his

cobalt ones were just as dark. His gaze drifted down to her lips they were pink

and puffy from working over his skin. In all the craziness and his own idiotic

attempt chivalry he had forgotten to kiss them. He was going to devour them

know. “Bet they taste like chocolate” al thought to him self as he leaned in

"Al...Al .... Al WAKE UP!" Al was shaken back into reality by his roommate. The

game had ended with him and Keith griping at each other, and he had spent the

last three or five minutes staring into his drink. He looked up to find Jessie had left.

Damn! And it was getting good."