Is this poem PG or NC-17?
All I know is, I'm no teen.
Glad to be a grown up
Proud I can drink from the slash cup.

Blair loves Coke.
Jim loves beer.
Jim, I'm cummin', don't choke.
I won't, darlin', not your bloke.
Put your hand on it right there,
Caress my curly hair.
Down there it's just as soft
As it is aloft.

B-honey, it's divine.
J-honey--I am thine.
I want to take you in the sand.
Love you in the waves or on dry land.
In a car, or a bar,
Aw, Jim how you send
Me, give me more,
My butt will be sore.
But My heart will soar.
You, I adore.
Blair, let's do it on the floor.

Jim, you promised to give it to me in the tub.
I said, later, Chief, after your massaging rub.
At least I'd be clean.
Hey, that massage oil's clean, afterwards I'll gleam.

I love your icy blue eyes
And your mountain-man muscles.
I love your sleepy time russles and your playful tussles.
B, honey, your eyes are blue and wide
Dark as the sea at high tide.

No one can compare
With my starry-eyed Blair.
Not even Tom Paris so fair
Who flies Voyager thru the air?
Or Chakotay, so dark and debonair?
No, neither can compete or compare.

What of Angel or Xander?
Angel's pretty, but I'll not gander.
Blair, you're my own sweet angel,
With your eyes all a-spangle.

What of Jim or Spock?
They rank among the top.
Jimmy Kirk's my kind of cop
But you're the only sheathe for my cock.

What of Bodie and Ray?
Two handsome guys from British I-lay
Well, they may be Pros at what they do
But, Guppy, you're my kind of goo.

What of Methos and Dunc?
Two guys--both a hunk
Why would I want either, Do you think I'm drunk?

What of Picard and Q?
Blair, get a clue.
It's you, only you, only you!