I am used to getting fingered, but I am not used to fornicate. You can find me in a lead or supporting role.

I thrive in the summer. A delightful oasis, of sugar and smiles. But mom said no, bummer.

If you rile me up, I'll go and see red, but despite the old saying, I quite lightly tread. You might find me in fields, or in your local dive - the only thing is, there I'm not really alive.

I have many monikers that people give me. Associated with bakers, deers and the sea.

I ride the wind without a wing, Born in silence, yet I sing. No shape to hold, no form to chart, A whisper from the nether part. What am I?