A Gift that is a Curse

Creatures howl
From day and night.
They could not resist--
A pray that walks alone.

They say sweet nothings
To give their "mates" attention.
They reveal a grin
That is sweet and deadly.

You could say they're horrid,
But it's in their blood,
Printed in the veins.
They could not resist.

They want their prey to think--
Think that they're superior.
There's no chance they would get caught,
If they stifle the prey's cries.

Was it a glamour they use?
Was luscious lips,
Dazzlings eyes,
Syrupy sweet talk
That hypnotized their prey's.

Or was it the prey's being?
Curves,
Bosoms,
And a pretty face.

It must be the gift that is a curse.