The Poet Destroyer Vs. the Acrostic Italian: Round Five

Poetry is designed for love making, Only because these words still sound so sweet, Easily uttered to a perfect beat, Telling me why your legs are still shaking. Do not begin to think about faking! Everybody can detect the heat Surrounding your body from head to feet, Turning on an oven made for baking. Remember to leave me enough head room, Or I just might be the one who goes numb. You will be swept away by my lead broom, Elevated beyond where you came from. Roses from the bath tub to the bedroom, Sets the mood for anything else to come.