The Poet Destroyer Vs. the Acrostic Italian: Round Seven

Possession must be nine tenths of the law,
Or at lest that's what we criminals say
Every time we do not want to pay
The retail price for whatever we saw.
Does this apply when your heart has my claw
Enclosed in a grasp and held the right way?
Secured, so that I can do what I may
To get you to drop more than just your jaw.
Read these sonnets and your heart will be mine,
Overtly willing to stay by my side.
Your other body parts will fall in line,
Eventually in need of a guide.
Relax, I will make sure that they feel fine,
So that my hands will have a place to hide.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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June 14, 2010 at 7:36 AM
CLEVER WRITE DAKARAI, WOW
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June 7, 2010 at 11:09 AM
a place to hide, within my body, your sneaky devil hands. Love it as well, still enjoying. Love them so far,..p.d.
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