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