Hideous content

I am not dead without you,
For we are a two course meal.
You might dine with others,
Yet together we will make a kill.
The suave bangle on your hand,
Hides a hideous knife in its strand.
You might conceal it from others,
From me,you better not do so.
Pretty little liar of one over forty,
Going overboard yet remaining snotty.
Camouflaging your intent over your face,
I will catch you in full duress.
A snatch and a slide will reveal thee,
Dear lady,your lost life will be treasured by me.