I was always in the choir at school; why?
The girls were there.
Football, f that , all boys.
I remember this song.
Oh the unrequited infatuation.
No matter, i got it off with her best friend.
Football?

The Libertine is a version of the Don Juan legend. The song "Nymphs and shepherds, come away" occurs in a pastoral interlude at the beginning of Act IV, after an orchestral introduction – a "Symphony of Rustick Musick".[2] In the nineteenth century it became a popular concert piece, generally for soprano voice,[1] and a second stanza, by William Hayman Cummings, was added to Shadwell's original verse.[3]

Nymphs and shepherds, come away,
In this grove let's sport and play;
For this is Flora's holiday,
Sacred to ease and happy love,
To music, to dancing and to poetry.
Your flocks may now securely rest
While you express your jollity!
Nymphs and shepherds, come away.


Nymphs and shepherds, pipe and play,
Tune a song, a festal lay;
For this is Flora's holiday,
Lightly we tread o'er all the ground,
With music, with dancing and with poetry.
Then trip we round with merry sound,
And pass the day in jollity!
Nymphs and shepherds, come away.[

Good reply.
Now we will be labelled perverts, when in truth we are stating fact.
So back to the perversions of the old men desiring school girls.
When you are with them all day, you respect the person, the pupil.
What the hell, wanting to abuse a person?
Never, never, never.
Oh but back to the choir.
The picnic, the teenage lust.
Never did i abuse a female and that is a rule.
There is mutual desire as we all should know as mature people.

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,—
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

You have explained it.
Walk out and see.
So much to attract you, yes sexually.

But get real, it is fantasy.
Reality is the "moth to the flame".
Are you an idiot?
Relationships are not based on porn.
I will confess to some encounters, of waking up and thinking what the hell. And in all cases so has she woken up with the same thought.
"Where do we go from here?".
Sometimes it works out for a time, mostly we realise we are not compatible.
And then we marry.
But that is another story.