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Sunday, December 2, 2018

The Title of Seduction















He was born royal, noble, to be a distinguished ruler.
She was born feisty, cunning, from a world a little crueler.
He stands beside her tall, strong, and arrogantly imposing.
She stands beside him knowing he’ll never be proposing.

She shamelessly distracts him frequently with her desire.
He often shamelessly removes her arousing fiery attire.
She knows she’ll never be more than a beautiful domestic.
He knows underneath her frock her loveliness is majestic.

He knows a prearranged marriage to a noble lass nears.
She dreads the looming union but refuses to shed tears.
He’s heartbroken she’s not of proper lineage royalty.
She’s heartbroken he can’t abandon his lineage loyalty.

He dreads placing a ring of silver on another’s finger.
She dreads the precious metal but knows his love will linger.
He’ll be honored the title of the king at his altar introduction.
She’ll not be queen but honored with the title of seduction.


I've been watching "The Last Kingdom", I guess I have it on the brain. :-)  
Photo Credit: The Art of Seduction by Catrin Welz-Stein
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40 comments:

  1. Oh the hard practice of arranged marriages... of marriage being reduced to business transactions.

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  2. When the foundation of a marriage is not love, or something the couple have chosen, well... the results are tricky.

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  3. An age old story, so well told. Love the rhyming! One did renounce his kingdom for love some years back. But it is rare.

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    1. Interesting topic for sure, thanks, sherry.

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  4. Vicki, would you please email me at wildwomantwo@gmail.com ? I have a question for you. Thanks, kiddo.

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    1. Hi Sherry, sent you an email. Let me know if you don't get it, my email was acting weird.

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  5. Wonderful rhymes weaving the seductive story.

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  6. Nicely told an age old story. Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday this week

    Much💜love

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  7. ... and with that beautiful preview, I'll be searching Netflix for this movie/series!

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  8. Those rhymes! They kept the sadness at bay in the same way formality holds back the lovers. Great piece!

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  9. THIS IS FAB! What a delightful enchantment. An intriguing intrigue - rendered splendiferously. LOVE IT!

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  10. I like the way you have been inspired by "The Last Kingdom" and turned it into a poem! Fascinating subject matter and presentation.

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  11. Oh, lots of material for writing about in that series, yes! You did some impressive rhyming there.

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  12. politics/economics trumps love .. in every beautiful tragic story!

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  13. A wonderful tale Linda. What I most loved is the swinging rhyme and rhythm.

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  14. So sorry Vicky for this mistaken identity. Sigh.

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  15. impressive rhyming, and a rollicking tale. I guess she knows what she wants and how to get there. :)

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  16. To be found in a love triangle can be most testing as disappointment can easily result. Love the classic contrasting form on the following line in your take, Vicky - and complete with rhyming too, how nice!

    Hank

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  17. Love the image. Perhaps, arranged marriages are best? We seem to honor, what we call "love," but often it grows thin.

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  18. My goodness this is good!💞 Excellent rhyming throughout the story and quite a riveting one too!😊

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  19. Love the story in this Vicki. I would love for there to be a sequel. The rhyme is wonderful. Such a fun read!

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  20. Love this, Vicki! The rhymes contributed wonderfully to the story. I guess,
    a Royal is a Royal is a Royal.

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