During Richard Cricket's Nap Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Let me spoil your lips with words that reflect the sweetest nectar found in apples, peaches, pears,
Let me search the sands of your body as deep within lies a fountain that splashes with an echo that cries loudly to overflow gently as an stream.
Forceful.
Not Knowing where it goes.
As water alone is an powerful element.
Free forming to the jagged rocks that wear down over time by it's embrace.
Catering to it's every touch.
Let me tease your eyes the way fire melts ice.
Without a single word as the world lies asleep.