Answer:
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
Beautiful girls strut and sexy men 'do their little turn' on this.
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
I have two hands but cannot clap
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.