Not in front of the Klingons

Calm down, my love, for this is not the place Though my heart leaps a bit at your radiant face My people believe demonstration forbidden So I would prefer your affection be hidden But later, within our sacred privacy Our sweet and graceful meeting can be free And then there will be no cause to disguise That kiss of fire that burns so brightly in your eyes For now, we are content we've won the day The Klingons need not see a passionate display!

screencapture & title from Star Trek V: The Final Frontier

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