gluttony

I love when you disarm me with your gaze. I'll immediately plea for mercy; begging on my knees. I think about surrendering but the man in me tells me to pick up my weapon and fight. Who am I kidding? We both know how this would end -- with you luring me to smell your delicious scent, inviting me to bite and then devour every inch of your curves, eventually finishing you off. Oh, yes -- it's much bigger than my self-control now. Because I don't care anymore. You might be the end of me. And I will go as a happy man either way.