Hunger

So you have the accent of temptations,
The soul of thirst-
On a prey that wants your taste.
You have the eyes-
Kills each heart in two.
Your words have its way-
To get in people’s mind.
Twist them up like-
Poisoned vines.
Each movement you make,
Is innocent with flawless beauty.
How can this be?
You are too sweet-
And devillish.
The air you make us breathe-
Is light and delicious.
Yes,
You have your smooth ways-
When you want something to feast on,
When the hunger of fun-
Starts with the easy ones.