Fake Dicks and Lipstick

Made on a whim, as most of my poems are. I'd greatly appreciate feedback of any sort.
Please and thank you :)
~ExR

I quite surprised,
When you came home with the peculiar package.
Many times we have talked about it,
I had never taken it seriously.
Now with such fire in your eyes,
Burning bright and I cannot resist
Your face stoic,
Red lips in a slight, sly smile.
You take me by the arm,
Take me to our bed,
And throw me down.

I sink into the wonderful cushion and watch you strip.
Your graceful motions intrigue me,
And I follow your lead, stripping myself,
Only satisfied when I'm fully nude.
Then, without taking your eyes away from mine,
You reveal the concealed weapon of choice.
The long and thick black rubber length is enough to make me moist.
My pussy got even wetter as you crawl up the bed,
Your fiery eyes staring straight to mine.
A tingle runs through my spine.
Maybe it was fear
Maybe it was anticipation
Maybe it was a mixture of both, along with intense arousal.
But all I know is when you slid into me,
The world stopped.
I threw my head back,
You thrust deeper and deeper.
Our lips meet and a cry out into your mouth.

It feels like hours have gone by when I finally cum underneath you.
Panting, you whisper into my ear:
"Like that babe?"
All I am able to do is grab your head and kiss you,
With the deepest passion I feel for you, lover.
Sated, lips smeared with red, and still panting;
I proclaim my love for you, lover.
As I will, until the day I take my last breath.