I was simply in love with a boss, but not in love with what he did.
A boss who was a grown man, and I only a kid.
Its not simple being in love with a boss, for its not always clear what they do.
Its also not simple, because they can’t always be there for you.
He was a boss in every since of the word, no more no less.
From the crown of his head, down to the way he dressed.
A boss who moved in silence, no one could ever know he was around.
But only in complete true darkness did anyone know who I had found.
When he undressed and so did I,
I found a simple man, who simply tried.
When the moonlight poured into the bedroom window,
When his soft and sensuous lips touched mine.
He was a man, I a woman, no boss, no kid, no lies.
When he interlaced his fingers in mine and held me close to his heart,
He told me things I needed to hear in hopes I wouldn’t fall apart.
I asked him why he had to do the things he does.
“Baby its simple, that’s how it always is and was.”
He had a tongue slick as silk, but so did I, so I always knew that was a lie.
I asked for the truth when looking in his eyes, he couldn’t look away, he couldn’t deny
“We all have a responsibility, we all have things we need to do, I’m a Boss, not by choice but by fate.” And that was the truth.
I was fated to fall in love with a Boss.
He was fated to lose me.
A lesson was learned, never love so loosely.
He allowed himself to be exposed, you see.
He may have been a boss, but he was always a man to me