James Blunt, my Darkest Lord, you have stolen me from the start; I swoon to Knight!

 I wrote this last year, but I feel like I should post it again today.
 I need a bit of levity and he provides me with that.   I hope you enjoy reading what I so enjoyed writing.

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I growl to know the taste,

although, I halt to "No" the vow,

a show, a sin, I swoon for the zoom of lightning strikes to know!

From the depths of where I cannot stand,

I fall to see you are know Man.

I'm damned. Betwixt I am.

My being has been touched,

in imaginative thought,

 I rut, I furrow for a sexual plural.

I am struck by a sense of morality or is it mortality?

Each time I think on this Man,

a man that sings in the verse of a picture,

I hear and whoa! I halt myself to "No."

"Stop!", I say, I do cry,

not in tears, in loudness of, "Oh My!".

He complicates me with deviousness and sensuality,

I sigh to know from far below.

Feel between... the lie,

to know the desire comes from deep inside.

Moving in on such a sin,

I say, "Knot Too."

For in this simple, I complicate you, true?

Seduction demands a Man to press upon,

to work towards a Heavenly Degree,

but it is the Devil in me which grounds the Man I see!!

To be more thought and never bought,

to see a design towards what is hot,

you will be burnt into my mind,

the state you are, the very same kind.

I shall be the One of few who says to you,

"Yes Sir, No Sir, Three bags full Sir."

Surreal is the deal,

 you strike when you wheel,

 the mind of another and it is not hard, it's real.

I mine so deep,

it hardens, from thought to desire, I leap.

Incomplete.

Not for me 'cause,

I trade up for simple sexual desire.

In a place that is not welcoming,

you must come to know release.

From Me? Know.

So, sweetly do I say,

"Oh Lord, dear Man, I watched your show, your band."

And in the end, Mr. James Blunt you are,

with such excitement, un-repressed and un-scarred,

on stage or in a car,

it is the Denims, it is the boots, the t-shirts are mean,

but you are the loot and you do declare,

"I'll be your Man!"

In excellence, I accept,

in greed of what I am lusting after.

I congratulate myself in sin and press towards you,

what you do, to declare War on Sensuality too!

As you stand, My Piano Man.

Arms outstretched is your plan,

acceptance of, is my command.

At the end of what you've done,

I will not wake, nor will I run!

I ride the Wave of what you've made,

my mind is complimenting in equal time

of what is so fine.

You on Stage.

I dream in reality and live in liberty,

to excite myself without delight,

but to achieve such heights,

I do; Just by what I like.

You dear Sir,

would be so tight,

I just might,

but prowess in such a Knight.

Mistakes the days for points of view,

instead of times to look for you.

I drink it in and gladly sin,

to know that to the avail of myself I am true.

Happily for you.

Raise the board,

for wanting more,

will come from "My Lord."

Deep from far, far from Me,

I fall back, I swoon for thee.

Reality catches myself in tune,

to finish what never starts,

with Concerts in the Park

that you delivered from the heart.

Appeasing, don't you think,

My dear Bluntie,

please blink.

 Never forget to be

who you are or what you chose,

for you will always have me.

Set Zero,

I never lose.

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