Ripe Peaches

is it wicked of me, if i, buy a peach and it's too soft and ripe. If after these words it does, what you thought it would do and then it well, just might. And yes you know my fingers are more than, any thing they do and still you would have me, sigh. What if i pick the next one up, and squeeze the center and it does it too. I keep running fingers all around it, in and out it underneath it, like those around me do. Yet still peachy they remain, as last they were and watching yes they laugh so hard and knew. Well, i guess i can always wipe that kiss off your face, but i'm thinking if i do, what if the rest i miss and pass them by and the best i left behind.