Mademoiselle Enterprise

There's a product called "Miracle Moist"
Which is really just my wife's shampoo
Reminding me of how her ankles hoist
Above our usual athletic screw.
Her legs are like Star Trek engine nacelles
With my cock, a shuttlecraft ready to dock
Straight up into all her orgasmic smells
When she gets hornier than Mister Spock!
Then my mind meld sets her hard clit to stun
As she welcomes my Star Fleet boner aboard
Where she has unofficial Star Fleet fun
On both impulse power and warp speed...floored!
And though it's only Federation sex
Her engine room is well engineered
To receive my jizz to her technical specs
In my Star Trek fancy, shampoo premiered;
Derived from a label in a shower stall
Which is really not very weird at all
When there's nothing more to read in the shower
To distract my strange poetic power
Which puts a charge on an overdue fuck
As strong as phasers getting thunder struck!