It wasn't my kind of sex
Raw and savage
It was just sex
For her, it was getting over her breakup
Someone to comfort her disturbed semblance
And I happened to be there
As a pillar of support
When she was completely alienated by family and friends
She was a mere acquaintance at the bank
Someone I knew over the years
I learned about her broken engagement
And the anguish of ignominy she faced
I intervened, setting things into order
Bashing up the ex fiancee
And patching up the distance between her and her parents
We met
And had sex
Not as a gesture of goodwill
For my magnanimous presence
But she found comfort
As she lay on my chest for three nights
Dissolving herself in me
Situationship, that's what called nowadays.
©LR