Imprisoned I am,
bound as a slave
Morality cuts loose,
overcome by the rage...
The cause not quite known,
the most devious happened
A prisoner unto myself,
needs plaguing, lust is sown
I lay here tonight,
attired prim and proper
A feeling begins to escalate,
morality flees, gone from sight
My hands began to trace,
exploring each crack, each crevasse
These feelings stirred can't be evil,
more a pleasure beyond time and space
This to many an unforgivable act,
causing the souls infernal damnation
Entreating such penchant thoughts,
my fingers continue their contact
A fleeting moment here and there,
touching, caressing every inch
Diplomacy of mind attempts to intervene,
body in heightening rage succumbing to dare
Every nerve fiber burning end of wick,
the feeling and emotions conquering
Something so delicious surely no sin,
pleasuring ones self, religious red tape trick
Final throes of passion begin to diminish,
guilt sees opportunity and tries to settle in
Moralities eagerness defines the principles of lust,
"'tis only a sin when inserted in to finish"
~Nikki~
Author notes
Hmmm would seem I too am frisky tonight!
Written July 22nd, 2005
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I would say you are frisky tonight LOL I have been for a couple days myself LMAO I really love this piece, the perspecitive so real, fighting oneself with desires, sexual pleasure steaming/awakening. Fabulous piece! Blessings, Gypsy
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This is a great poem, if this is what you write like when you're frisky then let's hope you spend your life being frisky
I think the title/picture are more erotic than the actual piece. I like the title because 'principle' suggests morality, wheras 'lust' suggests to many people immorality.
I liked the text, it was pleasently sensuous without being filthy and better suited to a bathroom wall than a poetry site I wasn't sure if it was about becoming free, becoming chained or a mixture of the two, though. I liked the middle bit best, as it was neither cliche or vague, a concrete and original piece 
The graphic is quite surreal and somewhat erotic. Although it relates to the piece, it works better with the title.
Keep writing, and if this is how you write when you're frisky keep on feeling that way
All the best,
Pozo
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and what is wrong with being frisky ? One must learn to love oneself before one can love another (or so they say)And the advantages are immense....no pregnancy , no disease ....and noone rolling over and snoring
except for self 
I LOVED this , definitely a variation for you. Best of luck in this contest my dear friend....say a hello moo to that herd of cows in Mexico
xoxoxo
Reenie
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well Nikki frisky thing you real sensual write here with lots of energy embedded in it nice job!!
love and light
blaze
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