I’ve got a Bad Boy on my mind and for some reason can’t seem to shake it. Its against logic and everything i know and have learned up to this point in my life as a woman.
What the hell is wrong with me. I know better than to get wrapped up in the bad boy trap. But damn its so alluring.
This Mr. BAD sweats testosterone from every pore and wears it like cologne. He has an intoxicating and ever present cloud of pheromones that lure me in and trap me like spider webs.
I can’t help it. He’s so wrong but he’s also like a drug.