Come To My Quarters

Keep my thighs wide open

How I want to taste your sweets

You and your Borg enhancements

Fill my waking and my sleep

Nothing quenches my lust

Like the throb of your left hand

I need to taste you Seven

From your thighs to all the rest

 

Just to take you, just to make you

Oh to make you come!

 

Come to my quarters

Slip inside, I'll be there waiting for you

Come to my quarters

We'll both come soon

We'll both come

We'll both come

We'll both come

I'm coming Oh-o oh!