You call me ‘bad’ for knowing that pleasure lies between the thunder of my thighs. You call me ‘bad’ for when you say “Honey, that’s not very lady-like”, I’d rather roll my eyes. You call me ‘bad’ because you know my confidence lies in the swing of my hips. Well, darling, call me 'bad’- -'cause I’m still rolling in the afterglow of a new first kiss. ~N.V.