Forgotten wine glasses lay Scattered on expensive furniture The candle light flickers across his Evergreen face. His hand travels across The plains of her scratched skin worn Deep with years of regret and return Of faded memories. But, his face transforms Into another, his tongue translates And tastes like age and experience. Stronger now, these hands cup Her, like a glass filling. Still, these hands convert To the soft touch of a woman, caressing, but Still callous. Each hand holds another, Each hand held. Faces melt into Looks of desire, and the bodies Soften into one. Four bodies, one form Separate lives, all worn We became one.