Your Mask Screams:  Dorian Gray

 A devil with pretty eyes.
I have read the books,
I have seen the movies.
Cunning charisma on back streets.
Wicked smiles dance
Like lit kerosene, untamed.
You think me naive.
You might have outward beauty,
But I find nothing appealing on the inside.
Your soul is shades of grey.
Pleasures of the flesh, my dear—
Got a craving deep inside.
But I'll tell you a little secret.
I get off on dousing your flame, baby.
I wont be on your menu tonight. ;)