The Poet Destroyer Vs. the Acrostic Italian: Round Eight

Putting my kisses all around your neck, Obligates you to do the same to me. Electrify my soul and I will be The one whose knees will quickly hit the deck. Destroyer, I am now a nervous wreck, Expected to pay the ultimate fee, Selling my soul so I can set your free To bounce, as if you had been a bad check. Restitution will have to be paid back, Or I may never pleasure you again. You can take my payments off of your rack, Extending the time to pay for a sin. Royalties will always be in the sack, So that I can always secure a win.