Gibran's message of a few weeks back about how making love to a stranger doesn't have to be a cold mechanical thing obviously reminded me of this poem of Vikram Seth's. 

Personally I'm not dogmatic either on the sex-with-strangers or relationship side. Both I think are valid though for myself I tend to be a relationship sort of person and I know and acknowledge that there are things that only a relationship can give you. 

But Gibran, I think, was right, that sex with a stranger doesn't have to be a cold and secondary thing, and Seth expresses it beautifully in this poem:

Unclaimed

To make love to a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test -

To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.

To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.

To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.

To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so. 

--Vikram Seth