What for?

And yet again,
We start at square one. 
From the feeble pick up lines 
Gradually moving a level up 
Doubtfully advancing to the endearments
Sugarcoated to conceal 
The remains of the previous owner
Reuse and recycle. 
So aptly put to use. 
Terming all the little things
As first hand experiences
The butterflies in the stomach
The blush when your eyes meet 
The rush with that first touch 
And the satiation it provides. 
Inspite of the indifference
For you have experienced them before 
A thousand times. 
With all the previous partners.
And yet again.. 
We fall and rise hopefully 
For love ? 
Or for our carnal needs?