I have always wondered what is beneath your dressing gown

As you sit opposite me enjoying breakfast

You smile but never betray your secrets

This morning as you leaned over me your gown parted

And I saw a quick glimpse of your breast

An ordinary breast white with a darker areola and nipple

I averted my eyes as you tightened your gown

And consigned the incident to my troubled history

A,G.M (1950)