Eros's blog: "Miscellaneous"

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Lovely area I live in, full of all those little kids who wish they were from the ghetto. Was out playing football today, absolutely baking hot. About 10 of these aforementioned kids roaming about throwing water at each other. At some point they take it upon themselves to throw water in the general direction of some parents/children in the youngsters play area. Fairly enough, said parents get a bit annoyed and ask them to stop, with which a torrent of abuse is thrown their way. During this "disagreement" our football happens to land nearby, and here's where things get a bit fuzzy. For reasons unknown to us, one of the guys that was playing football decides to attack one of the dads with a log, and somehow ends up with a split lip. So he's going around trying to beat this guy up until all of us put a stop to it. I hate kids...

I want you.

 

I want you in my arms.

 

I want you to see me staring in to your eyes.

 

I want you to see the love I have for you flowing out of me.

 

I want you to put your head on my chest again like it's the safest place in the world.

 

I want you more than anything else in this world.

 

I want you.

I love the way your skin feels under the deft touch of my fingers, Smooth as the most expensive silk. I love the way your hair feels as I brush it out, The delicate strands glimmering in the light. I love the way you look at me with those deep brown eyes, The love burning there like fire. I love the way we walk in perfect harmony, Like we are one and the same entity. I love the way you squeeze my hand, Like you're scared I'll run away. I love the way your smile can light up my whole day, Like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. I love the way you make me so confident in my own skin, Which no one else could ever do. I love the way you said yes, When I knelt down in the cafe and asked you to marry me. But most of all... I Love YOU!!!

I've got the tv on just for the sake of it.

There's some moto GP on. I hear something exciting, look up, this dude's come off his bike, got up, run off to where he thinks his bike is...

 

He was very very wrong.

Made me laugh.

Just a quick question really, why do people sign off on things you clearly know are from them?

 

Example, texts, emails, instant messages and the like.

 

Confuses and somewhat annoys me 

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Thank you my love (h)

 

Her eyes shine bright like little stars

lighting up my world

 

Her smile so warm and loving

I dare you to look away

 

Lips so sweet and sensuous

kisses so heavenly

 

Skin so soft and blemish free

my hands can't get enough

 

This face of hers, perfection

how lucky a guy is me.