Perspiration

I feel the perspiration on his palms  
And stretch my fingers: run them through my hair;  
I note his moisture, for each detail calms  
And slows down time; I'm achingly aware  
Of how intense his unseen face is; frowns  
Of concentration may spread if he's spurred,  
By sighs I utter, to dip in the crown  
Of his hard, erect cock; when I have heard  
His pleased grunt (at the tightness?), I feel wet  
And push my backside up, so he can slip  
The shaft deep into me - his balls are met  
By my flesh - only briefly - just the tip  
Remains in cunt: this sweet expiation  
Builds up need to ensure perspiration.