What am I?

Soft, supple, and sticky to the touch
Smooth curves that suit the palm of a hand
Oh, oh, oh! Your shape is such perfection,
The temptation irresistible.
When brought to the lips, your warmth and sweetness quicken my pulse.
Woe to me, knowing your total emptiness inside.
Oh, that I could dine with you a dozen times
And indulge myself in your taste- bud-pleasing skin again and again,
But the famished policemen beat me to your door.
You were the only one remaining.
My stomach’s satisfaction from our encounter shows in my glazed eyes.

Answer: A doughnut