Prefect and Commander
He runs his rough hand through
Her flaming red hair.
One against touch with their lips.
Two souls as one in the
Orion Arm's depths,
She sways back and forth
With her hips.
…
It's called blowing off steam,
Least that's what they say,
They've spent countless months
Fighting the grell.
So if a pair of prefects
Both hump the bunk,
Do they not deserve
Respite from hell?
…
A hundred regs broken,
This they both know,
Thus they've promised there's
No strings attached.
But as their lips meet,
Sensation so sweet,
They wonder if they might just match?
…
The klaxon sounds, a new battle looms,
And so the pair must end their tryst.
But another meeting when
Battle is done?
To miss that, would not be remiss.
…
So a pair of prefects, they
Head to the bridge,
Of ship hanging above world's sky.
Both have a smile, against grell so vile,
After all, love makes you high.