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