A Perfect Storm

I only look foward to rainy days because...

We lounge in bed
Our clothes are shed
No words are said
Boundaries are fled
Hands unashamed tread
To your erect head
When my mouth forges ahead,
Your call for mercy is pled
You're hanging by a thread
When finally come, your control is shred
My cheeks flame red,
Seeing your appetite fed
But you aren't misled
Knowing my arousal isn't dead
Generously, you reciprocate instead
In time, all our energy is bled
Although the impending sun, we dread