My breathing slows

My breathing starts to slow and then I hear
The zipper of his trousers - it descends.
He'll crouch right down behind me and will steer
His hardness to my wetness; he attends
To my damp hole with cock-head well-prepared
For its incarceration in my cunt.

I feel his hands around the waist, he bared
Much earlier because it is his wont
To get me most excited; so his shaft
Will slide into my sex in such a rush
That he'll make me exhale.

I feel my aft
Explored by such a monster and just blush
To see myself in the mirror, he knows
To place before us, once my breathing slows...