A sonnet about... well, you know

Well if you don't know what "clouds and rain" mean, you are invited to look it up.

"Momentarious"

Her clutching, touching, urging hold sustains
the verging merge that she incites with joy,
compelling simple motion as the rains
and clouds converge and soar, and we alloy
our bond of silken steel -- we hold and mold,
entwining beauty (though it might be viewed
as other than the nature we enfold
within the basal act, where crude or rude
that it may seem, and lovely be, it lies
far more than necessary) -- brutal force
received, returned, replete complete, replies
in luscious naked brilliance voice the source
of ecstasy, onrushing love gives lust
its reason to transform from near to must.