Let Me Compare You to a Summer's Day (a love sonnet )

You are superior to the sun
for your heat is a living, loving heat,    
Not that of an unfeeling inanimate object.    
   
When your body is hidden by confining clothes,    
It's like the sun behind the covering clouds.    
But in bed when your body is finally freed,    
The heat is like that of the sun in full view.
   
The beating heart beneath your fair skin -    
It's as if the dawning sun right below the Eastern horizon,    
Could remain stationary yet still bear the promise of a new day.    
   
As I lay on my back on the bed, you offer yourself.   
I look up to see the sun of your love shining overhead.    
Droplets of wetness surrounding your organ, how can I relate the two?    
I've got it, it's like the wonder of raindrops (coming down) on a sunny day.