Eventual explosion

As the monsoon sets in...
Wet am I not from outside but from within...

With heady feelings of you seeping in from every region...

Moistening my body with your lusciousness...
marking my craning neck with savageness...

Licking my lactating significance with bare desire, as you lavish the twin temptress with chanting melody...

Flourish I will with juicy success...
 With a blinding urge to merge in your semenic race...

But restrict you will your rhythm just to foreplay as you wish to soak me another day...

When the climatic vagaries echoes for the eventual explosion...
When the parched earth is soiled with disproportionate downpour...