A moral dilemma |
You are a handsome man. But what should I do? I'm able to function in your presence. But barely..... From the moment you accepted me, I found myself entranced by you, a familiar looking man I'd soon call my boss. And I am swept away with those opal like eyes, a wisp of your hair slightly out of place. I am endeared by you, but I know I shouldn't be for to you, I should only be a subordinate. You wander in my territory. What prompts you to do so? I have my work to do... but I suddenly melt. I realize you must see how I'm doing here in this strange new, place, but you know I'm okay. You sweep me away with a confident stance, a figure of youth and a firm sense of control. I can't help but notice you, yet I wish I could stop looking because I should only be a subordinate. Then one day, I notice. I see you remember me from somewhere... but where? Then I do remember that we crossed paths a long time ago, but you were different, not the man that stands before me. Now you sweep me away with a more prominent face, not hidden behind thin wire frames. When you look at me, you address me in a calm, collected way, yet I see it differently, wishing not to be a subordinate. Damn my fate, my luck! I wind up with the prettiest boss. That man...you... too attractive for me. I can't decide to stay, of if I'd be better off somewhere else, for my unnatural lust for you....... it will drive me insane. You have swept me away with everything about you, an infectious personality you appear to possess. I arrive in your territory at the most unusual time, as I find you have suddenly cleared my mental clouts, quite a favor to make for a subordinate. You make me laugh like I haven't in years, but why do you have to be here, in a position in which you rule over me? I wish I didn't feel this way, that my mind could ignore your allure. Lord, forgive me for lusting after you, as I have sinned. I am swept away by you, the person that saved my ass, but not, I sadly say, my sanity, which still hangs in the balance. You've sparked in me a desire to be more, something else, to rise from this position, so I am no longer your subordinate. |