The newly, betrothed
Wanted only, to sit with me.
So there must be alarm bells
Of real, “uncertainty”,
Ringing… inside needlessly.
I’m not your agent nor am I
Your “Fēn shǒu dài lǐ”
I said to her you’ve lied…
You’re not really, ready
For these wedding bells…
I said to her your future
Its all smoke and mirrors?
And then on a natural impulse,
I stroked the lower Parts
Of her naked back.
It’s now she swoons like a swan,
Head and nape with eyes agape
Two hours later on… I’m leaving…
She begs me not to leave her…
Such is the “Love”, she's forgotten?
In her growing- “uncertainty”…
fēn shǒu dài lǐ
Breaking agents, based on the identity of an agent, the agent side (for some reason you want and spouses, lovers break up, but do not have the heart to personally announce their relationship to the other end of the person) to the other party that broke up the middleman, thus avoiding direct harm to each other more easily accepted. And this nominee would like to request a fee for the party, and this way is breaking agents
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