Human poacher

Your skin is as fuzzy as peach,
I can even smell it from the close proximity of my reach.
Don't refrain from my restraint, my precious,
It will do nothing but cringe and crease your skin, so luscious.
Allow me to gently extract your epidermis,
Grant these tools permission to come to your service.
It will gracefully peel off if you won't move,
I'll tailor your skin into lingerie and seduce you until you croon.

Smile for the camera.
The police are going to want a photogenic picture for their missing person's report.