I pilfer hearts and steal eyes.
Thieve souls and lift minds.
In dark amber jars I store their essence.
Taking what I need with my presence.
Never staying long enough to be more than a mere thought.
Leaving before actual love would be sought.
So I take what I want and lust when I’m in need.
Creating my own perfect lover inside of me.
Protecting my own heart, running away before it breaks.
I am a thief in the night taking lovers at bay.
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