thief in the night

he cannot serve thee
it is not within him
as he stands before you
hiding in plain sight
adorned with his finest attire

he takes all that you offer
trembling with lustful desire
behind his clever mask of grace

he is so greedy
for your everything
he smiles at all the right moments
performing his perfect lover's role
so to become filled with your sweet essence

you do not know his charade

or perhaps you have known all along
and have not wished to spoil his dream

like a sneak thief in the night
he has been taking, taking, taking
what you've always given freely
in full light of day

it could well be so
that his delicious prize,
your pure and lovely innocence,
was never stolen after all

but given freely
in full light of day