Jim, you obviously haven't read my post properly as you echo the sentiments I have put down. In fact you've used the same words...this is a fine post which has generated a relevant conversation. I may be being chauvinistic here but; men/boys will always try it on, it's in our genes, pun intended. Some men, I call them cave men, want to spread their seed as far and wide as possible regardless of the consequences. We rely on women to have the common sense to say "no" trouble is we are all human male and female and we all have needs and desires.
Jim don't take offense at my jokey rebuke at the start, and don't disagree with me again...lol     

The only line missing there is ; I'll phone you sometime but they never do!

I could feel the anguish in this young ladys thoughts, you've compiled them into a coherent poem. The story tells of lust which never lasts, sex without love is never truly satisfying and leaves the young lady with remorse and in danger of the consequences.

You've treated her thoughts with more respect than the guy in the poem. Well done     

Reading your words made me wish I felt those things! I think I've been in the zone a few times but I always think...for moments of greatness hours of practice     

Yeah Mojo, so good so funny. Johnny Cash is dead but not forgotten.     

Hot toast with melting butter
Maybe covered with spaghetti tinned and egg fried
Tea, the drink of champions
So delicious, my tummy satisfied.

News on TV same old drudge
Riots, war and murder abound
Why not give us heartfelt joy
And spread the spread around.

Marmalade, strawberry jam or marmite
Choices, choices, choices
Do not put marmite on my toast please
Love it, hate it...hate it, yuk

Soft cheese triangles
Yummy, yummy, yummy!
Toast burnt round the edges
Sits well in my tummy.

Toast a toast we're toasting
Marshmallows on an open fire
Good old malt scotch whisky
The best, I am no liar.     

I have a 16 year old granddaughter who is hoping to join the army soon. While she waits, she is doing three jobs, I think that's wonderful, when you see other kids stuck in their phones or on X box or somesuch.     

fighting the good fight Pedr? your writings always leave me with a smile, fact laced with humour. brill     

Hi Brian.
So deep and yes it went over my head but I do think it might make a good song     

sounds and feels like another winner Jim. well done     

Jim. So sorry to hear about your brothers, unrequited love seems rather trivial in comparison.
It's funny how we lose touch with people and when we meet up years or decades later we expect them to look and be the same as when we last saw them. I know to my own sadness, as I grow older so do they, and maybe not as healthily as me. Most of my hair is down the plug hole now, but I still have more than some of the guys I played in bands with back in the day. I dread to think how many of my school friends haven't even made it to 70!
I often wonder when I'm talking to people 10 or more years older than me how they looked back in their heyday and what kind of naughtiness they got up to?     

Ahhh, unrequited love! The words flow well together, you have that knack of taking a mundane subject and breathing life into it.