Mrs. Cynosure Biography

A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
When the innocent become the intimate
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You come in, sit on my bed,
Telling me you’re sorry,
Over and over again,
For another night that you dread.
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Still fumbling for words
Though the tears of the hurt and the pain of
My heart tearing into pieces
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“You’re doing it wrong! ”
“You can’t do anything right! ”
Echo’s through your ears once more.
Coming with is tears that try to exit your eyes.
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You just don't relies how greatly I do care
Or maybe you do
I want to tell you things I shouldn't feel or that's what they say
I can bight my tongue
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