I'm not ashamed to admit that this was written during a 'naked Helen' phase :P She's just so fun!
xx
M is for the moonlight that lit your skin the first time I saw you naked. Just thinking about it I feel like the dirty old man you love to tell me I am but it was an accident, I swear. Plus you were the one who was out on your balcony completely nude. It's not like I followed you or anything.
I was just sitting on my own little balcony, sipping some wine and minding my own business when what to my startled gaze should appear? I feel I ought to make a rhyme here about your delectable little rear but I'm relatively certain that would be bad taste and, as such I shall refrain. But yes, where was I? Oh, that's right. You were naked.
I'm not entirely sure how I managed to keep from leaping across the small space between the two balconies and gathering you in my arms but somehow I just sat there and watched you. The moon was high in the sky, bleaching the colour from your skin as you took deep breaths of the cool air. Your body looked almost unbelievable, soft curves and such. I wanted so badly for you to turn and see me but you didn't, you simply stood there, your body bared for the night air to see as you took deep, calming breaths.
To this day I can't figure what you were doing that night but I don't care. It was the moment I got to see past all you fine clothes and confining corsets. You were yourself in every way in that moment and it was truly beautiful to see.
M is for the moonlight that set you free for just a few glorious moments.