Be Your Georgia Peach

I’m so far away over here on the beach  
Did I tell you how I long to be your Georgia Peach?  
 
Georgia Peaches are not like the rest  
Their soft peachy flesh is the best  
 
I know you love a sweet peach  
Like this one over here on the beach  
Don’t be scared to suck it like a leach  
I’ll cum in your mouth when my “O” I do reach  
 
The peachy juices are so thick and sweet  
They make your dick hard like concrete  
I feel that magic stick’s strong heartbeat  
It pulses like a seasoned athlete  
 
Now split that peach so soft with your tongue  
I feel the air gasp from my right lung  
This peach is so much sweeter than when it was young  
Fuck this sweet peach until my bell is rung  
 
The fuzzy outer skin will tickle your crankshaft  
I feel the horsepower of that fine aircraft  
So stealthy and smooth, what a dick God did craft  
This peach pours juices so fast; you may need a life raft  
 
You beat this peach right out of its tree  
Fucking so hard like a wild banshee  
You appreciate its flesh so soft and peachy  
Missing them days we spent sexing back in Boise  
 
When your wood erupts in this Orange County housewife  
I want you like Eddie Murphy, this shit is for “Life”  
 
No pitchin’ woo on the job, that’s my cornbread  
Savor this peach cobbler all over the bedspread  
While I make jokes about the size of your big head  
You always turn me out, I’m your Georgia purebred  
 
I’m so far away over here on the beach  
Did I mention that I am now your Georgia Peach?