Breasts in Morning Light

Gentle mounds of flesh rest peacefully  
bleached by the glow of morning light.
Her nipples poised on pepperoni-sized areoles  
are now soft and placid as am I.  
This was my first good look at her breasts.  
I gazed long at their shape and remembered  
how I’d nibbled at their gummy-bear like texture  
only hours before. They were as sweet.