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)