Date:  Tue, 6 Nov 2007 12:00AM PDT)
From:    Send an Instant Message John French <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject:  She was in his Dream
To:  Juliet Huddy <juliet.huddy@foxnews.com>
She was in his Dream
 
As if she was being broadcasted to him via dreams
It was so clearly vivid and precisely correct at best
She was a trigger for clouds of emotion to explode
As she came over and sat on the bed – with her own
Head on a bended knee & her long hair falling down
He grabbed one of her bare feet and kissed in-between
Her toes which were just showered and he caressed and
Kissed while she talked peacefully w/ ecstatic statements
She came to him. It seemed more like she was transmitted
The energy was so purposely filled with an honest intent
Which she declared while throwing herself into a ball and
Crying out, “I love you! I love you! I love you!” And out
Of reaction or maybe that’s how he felt too he said it back
Yet realizing he was married and happily so at that to boot
He was surprised. She wasn’t. It’s what she wanted to hear.
She rose to greet his lips with a kiss and shed her Gap shirt.
I saw it all. He then began kissing her toned shoulder by the
Base of her neck as she moved her gorgeous head to study it
Her skin was perfect, perfumed with the soft smell of flowers
And her hair was still damp from a fresh washing and smelled
With an aromatic mixture of organic herbs, root, moss & roses
 
She was in his head
Her clean soft feet
And skin
Her declaration
Of desperate love
Her respect
And loyalty
 
Her disinterest
In his present
Union
Her passion
For having
At least
Part of him
Maybe even
His child
 
And to see
Her
All he had
To do
Was
Tune-in
To the
News
Everyday
 
Everyday
Every morning
She was
There
And
He felt
Thankful
 
October 24, 2007
 
 
 
 
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"John French" / John Alan Conte Jr.
Everyday There's Something 2008
 
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