It could go on for hours

Days are short, nights are long

We pause only for life and you pocket my thong.

I laugh loud, the sound ringing with glee.

You glance back and notice you're missing a key.

I grin shamelessly and pat down my skirt

I pull my hair back up and button my shirt.

You cram yourself in and zip up.

Admiringly, I see your slacks aren't big enough.

We kiss goodbye and we go separate ways.

But each sunset we return for the rest of our days.