Tu Me Manques

I feel your lips on mine,
feathery at the touch,
Your finger tips tracing my jaw in  doting affection.
You smell like home,
an anchor from which I hang into the sky,
Free, but belonging.
Your arms swaddle me, and I know
you are home.

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Michelle

The crafty creator, imaginative writer, emotional musician, unconditional lover, ever-studious college grad, and optimistic friend behind 'my curious monde!' My Cajun background influences a lot of my love for the French language, hence "Monde" (World). The beauty of nature and the beauty in people inspire my writing. Every day holds a new adventure; keep those pretty eyes open!

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