I chose the title of this thread based on a very old poem by John Betjeman, as a bit of fun. My days of lust are well and truly over, and actually didn’t really begin to start with ? being blessed as I was with neither a pretty face or fair form.
I think it’s lovely that even at an advanced age, in our hearts we are still passionate women whose hearts beat faster at the sight of a handsome guy. I don’t think the thread puts us in quite the same league as some old perv in a raincoat with a bag of sweets trying to lure Sean Bean into a life of sin ?
The threads on here are for everyone, chaps feel free without censure or judgement !
I should also point out that if I was a lady whose heart raced for other ladies, it would be for Marion Cottilard, who is such a beautiful woman. I may not lust after her, but I certainly wish I had her looks.