Bad

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.