The Poet Destroyer Vs. the Acrostic Italian: Round Four
Pretend that I am your only lover,
Or in the least, the greatest one night stand
Ever to hold a woman in his hands.
Then you will hear, "No one comes above her!"
Depend on me and not any other,
Entrusting me to deliver a grand
Sensual experience of new brands,
Twisting two bodies under the covers.
Repressed for so long, I need to be freed,
Or at least allow me to stretch my leg.
You would smile for giving me what I need,
Even if you required me to beg.
Regardless, we would, while doing the deed,
See who comes first, the chicken or the egg.
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