Recipe For Love

by PJ Squared

02/00

The pilot hunk just wouldn't stay,
and Chakotay had run away

She developed another plan,
he was strange, but he was a man

If she closed her eyes very tight,
maybe she'd make it through the night.

Still determined to have a ball,
Seven of Nine reached the messhall

The Borg eagerly stepped inside,
ready for one strange hairy ride

It was dark and it was quiet,
just right for a private riot.

Approaching the chef she smiled wide;
a sense of  purpose in her stride.

"How can I help you?" Neelix asked,
she hoped he was up to the task.

"I need to copulate," she said,"
The Talaxian's face turned red.

"Seven, I'm preparing dinner,
I've no time to be a sinner."

"Just let me assimilate you,
before you have to feed the crew

"But just give me an hour Seven,
I'll show you Talaxian Heav'n

"Well, you better be worth the wait;
I have cravings I need to sate."

Borgasm's lust went up a notch,
her eyes never leaving his crotch.

Neelix drooled as he stirred the soup,
Moving to fast he spilled the goop

Flowing like a river of fire,
it quenched Neelix' desire

Seven, full lips forming a pout,
ordered a medical beam out

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