I reached to turn on the lamp
and found you instead.
How surprising that you came!
I thought that you had a conference.
The back of his hand brushed my cheek.
Taken aback by the chill, I noticed his
hazy silhouette when he got into bed.
He started kissing me all over when I screamed,
"WHO ARE YOU?!?"
He answered...

*"Your boss."

You may not be a knight on a horse
but your poetry speaks volumes.
I may not know you very well,
but I will use this poem as a formal invitation
to dive into my profound and bafflingly complex soul.