the way we're wired ...

I hear a knock
on the door
you are here
back for more,
you smile and say
'hey there, guy'
'let's take off'
'let's go fly',

We walk out to
the airstrip dirt
you're wearing a
short short skirt,
I help you up
into the seat
my hand and your
bare bottom meet,

I pump the prime
turn on the master
my heart is beating
a bit faster,
we taxi out
depart the ground
into the sky
what will be found,

On some gravel
bar, we land
warm sun
inviting sand,
need I say
what soon transpired
guess that's just
the way we're wired...