Quixotic Cynic I am a quixotic cynic
concerning matters of love
I love love
I love to love
I love to be loved.
So do I fall in love with beautiful souls
or do I love for love’s sake?
Do I love to love
or do I love sex?
do I love to be loved
because I am in love with my lover
or do I love to be loved
because it brings sex?
Or does being loved
contribute only to my ego? Sex is so physically pleasing
but nary is there a drug so strong
as Delusion of Grandeur.
My psychology knows no greater fix,
but when sucking a sweet kiss,
I take no pain to realize this.