If I had a peach for every peach I ate, I would have a peach.
What would I do with said peach? Why, I would gently caress that peach's skin. My mouth watering at the thought of its juicy, soft, succulant flesh. Just waiting for... no.... yearning for, begging for, my mouth. My tongue gently fondling each peach as it enteres my mouth, feveroushly sucking its necter down my throat.... my eyes rolling back in peach induced ecstacy.
Oh yeah.... those peaches are that good.
Shaftiel