A New Poem...Conceive Or not

She tends to dig her nails in my chest,
While I stare at her,
with the egotistical macho-ism
Her Legs spread as if she has been craving it,
But I harness my true fear,
Until the s*x is almost over.

Her subtle moans
keep my aggression building,
I love to hear her shutter
and feel her clinch
after every deep thrust,
besides...
isn't that what it's all about?

She always begins to pull away,
just at the waining seconds,
and I distance myself from the intercourse,
and begin to ponder my potential future....
I'm afraid, but my pride conceals the tempered emotion.

She shivers, I grunt,
and release
the contained anxiety so carefree,
It lathers and drips from her weathered clitoris,
with no rushed intent to sanitize,
we just roll our separte ways,
and part ways with our dreams.

Yet, I cant sleep...
I say I am a man,
but am I really ready to be one,
All I can do is contemplate,
And bargain with what fate
could bring....
While....
My thoughts recite this
manly motto with deliberating content
to just "Give the Best I Got"