CRITICAL MOMENTS

The contractions of her vaginal walls
brought on the emptying of my balls.
My stiff manhood, deeply projected
in her, reflexively ejected.
I surrendered, it felt, all I'd got
into her depths so wet and so hot,
as she took in my pearly white stream.
Her moans mounted to near primal scream.
"If you're pregnant, know that I love you!"
(conscious of what JUST ONE sperm COULD do)
was all that would come out of my lips,
as she tightened legs around my hips.
It was too late for me to withdraw
out of her enthusiastic core,
which was erupting with the juices
that female orgasm produces.
"I didn't tell you, I'm on the pill!"
she said, to avert a passion kill.
Assuming what's said in extreme is true,
I answered, "Darling, I believe you!"
I kissed her face mouth, through to her teeth,
communicating thankful relief,
not wanting to let go of this thing
we had found in our drunken fling.
After we came we sank, drawing breath
while I subsided within her depth.
"Promise me love, you will have a test.
I care for you, not just hope for best."
I told her, to keep corners covered.
"I will", she answered, while kiss-smothered.