Watching her walk toward him reminded him of other things,
Things that he had long forgotten
Silk against silk as she undressed at night
Soft breathe against his cheek
As she slept peacefully at his side
Casual conversations over Sunday breakfast
Sharing the paper and ideas
How long had it been
He remembered loving, hot and passionate
Slow and lingering, how many ways
How many times had they played
Like children among the sheets
Wet and wild, they broke the rules
And made new ones to suit their moods
She walked closer and he saw the lines on her face
The years had brought change
But the memories were still young
He reached out his hand
Smiling a hello
And the years dropped away
To 1985 again