Is It Really So Wicked Of Me

is it really wicked of me if i go, and; buy a peach and it's too soft and ripe. what if after words it does what you thought it would do and then it well, just might. and yes you know my fingers are often more than that, and any thing they do and still you would have me, why. what if i pick the next one up, and squeeze the center and it does what the others did to you. i keep running fingers them all around it, in and out it underneath it, like those around me did. and yet peachy they all 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 runs off the ones i left behind.