Race Day

I hear it and my heart stops.

I wasn't sure when you'd be home

So hearing your truck 

Growling 

Down the street 

Has me dropping everything

To meet you at the door.

I race over

Ripping it open and my heart gallops 

While simultaneously relaxing -

You're home.

I breathe out a sigh and smile.

You're backing in

Focused and diligent 

Before you notice me on the porch.

Then your eyes lock on mine 

As I walk down the drive to meet you,

Calmly,

Like my heart isn't hammering out my chest.

You open your door

And I know you have stuff to bring in

But all you grab onto is me,

Hauling me into your arms 

As you layer your lips with mine,

Your hands holding me close

And then roaming.

Your beard scratches my palms

Where I'm holding your face.

I try to pull away,

Try to say welcome home

And that I missed you,

But you lift me in your arms

Your hands low on my hips 

As you kick the truck door closed 

And carry me inside. 

My legs are around your waist 

My arms around your shoulders,

Pulling you closer.

Your lips roam my skin

And you growl against my neck

While kicking the front door closed,

"You have no idea how much I missed you."

I sigh against your shoulder

At the softness of your lips 

Mixing with the scratching of your beard.

I pull off your hat,

Tossing it somewhere on the floor,

So I can run my fingers through your hair 

As my lips find yours again

Needing to feel you,

Having a pretty good idea of how much 

Each of us

Missed the other.

You groan into my mouth,

Your tongue stroking mine with need.

When did I get so used to seeing you

That three days without feels like a lifetime?

All I know is 

You may have just been at work,

Working on race cars for the last few days 

But this is about to be a new race -

Your hands and lips on me

Have never felt so good

And I can't wait to win that checkered flag.