The house was asleep, the kitchen was bright,
A quiet bad idea beneath the fridge light.
I reached for a peach, soft, golden, and sweet,
The kind of temptation that’s hard to defeat.
Juice on my hands, a laugh I can’t taint,
Life’s far too short to behave like a saint
When peaches are ripe… and restraint really ain’t.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC
The house was asleep, the kitchen was bright,
A quiet bad idea beneath the fridge light.
I reached for a peach, soft, golden, and sweet,
The kind of temptation that’s hard to defeat.
Juice on my hands, a laugh I can’t taint,
Life’s far too short to behave like a saint
When peaches are ripe… and restraint really ain’t.
Its meant to be a little *****
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