the rekindle in my loins

I feel the rekindle in my loins

The pull on the muscles of my heartstrings

Nay, I thought I had packed them away

And banished them with hormones faded by menopause

Shoo, go away, I am secure in my celibacy

I have no time for this yearning of the flesh

Of the lingering touch on the young skin

I have been applying for the part of the old crone

Dispensing advice on the transient tinder experience

Or the yawning online courtships

Where is this awakening lust going to lead me?