Down the street, up the drive… It was late when Jimmy arrived home. He lead his horse into the stable and gave it some feed and water before crossing the yard and up the stairs to the back door.
Key in the lock, through the door When he was away, working as a deputy like he'd been with Sam Cain, who was now the Marshal of Omaha, chasing another gang of desperados, his wife always locked the doors. She didn't feel safe without him in the house she said. Jimmy didn't need to light a candle as he headed down the hall and up the stairs. The last few days without much sleep were finally catching up with him as he reached the bedroom door and opened it. All thought's of sleep were wiped from his mind as his wife stood near the bed, dressed in the thinnest shift he'd ever seen. The candles burning on the dresser behind her made it even more transparent as his eyes took in the curvaceous silhouette of what was hidden beneath.
Chorus: Jimmy laid his guns on the table next to the bed and gathered her in his arms, whispering, "Honey, I'm home...I've been missin' you so much," as his lips claimed hers in what he'd been dreaming about doing all evening long. Hands were shedding clothing as fast as they could until skin touched skin, roaming in all the familiar places. She whispered in his ear driving him to pick her up and lay her on the bed, covering her body with his.
Every night without you, I've been dreamin' 'bout tonight All the pent up desire hastened Jimmy's actions. Loving her was the best thing he'd ever felt and right now, he was feeling pretty darn good. A sigh escaped her lips as they lay in the afterglow making him reach out and pull her closer, murmuring, "Baby, I missed you. I'm glad I'm home..."
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