Storm Free Days

So, when the sun is left alone by clouds,
To shine and star in the sky, it's supreme:
Grey skies, dispersed for now, will rarely shroud
For long, the minds of men:  these may be seen
To turn themselves around, until they see
The days are always shaped by the soft curves
Of women, who conceal intimacy
Until the sun comes out; clothes that preserved
Decorum are removed and, with bare arms
And shoulders, warmth's reflected; and the shade
Will be the downfall of the pretty: palms
Are held and kissed and stroked; while some, dismayed
By sunny days, will chunter on, I'll moan
Out loud for storm-free, sexy days alone.