is it wicked of me if i;
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 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.
Yes it is wicked of you, but that is what makes you! as with the peach...depends where you pick it up from...the market down the dock often sell over ripe goods. You delve deep into my own wicked indiscreets! brilliantly. Smiling at you, off to charm school heaven Tai, determined to meet my fruity quota
I laughed so hard I had to re-read it so many times. Maybe my train of thought is completely off. However, I say touched or not touched, ripped or hard there is no guaranty until you brought it home and piled it yourself/or bit it...loveddddddd playing with words. I invite you also to read some of my works...
This is such a juicy poem.. I loved it.. A different kinda poem. always like when some one do something different.. this is good 10++ regards shan
I like this sentence so much... what if after words it does what you thought it would do and then it might just. and yes you know my fingers are more than, well...a kind of innocent wicked
Excellent! A very clever write.... Isn't life just peachy: -) Good luck: -) T
what a delicious poem you taunt and almost say but don't quite say and just play with our imagination just awesome unique and new.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i adore this piece, ... it's sticky... nicely titled.