The Aging Amorist

Now that my body is falling apart
Ever so slowly
Despite my best efforts to prop it up,
Why do I feel an urgency
To conceive and commit sordid crimes
That I missed completing in more virile days?
Back when licentiousness seemed more natural,
And motivations revved the rods
Of avid engines equally;
When bonding happened easily,
Like to like in taut attraction,
Against all expectation driven,
Smashed together with such force
Reluctance surely would be shattered
Utterly.
Yet reluctance crept back in,
Postponed delinquency for years
Until my over-ripeness failed
To draw the feasters to the feast.