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A Klingon Love Poem
A Klingon Love Poem (In Klingon and English) tlhIngan bang bom tlhab (pa' tlhIngan 'ej English Hol) tugh mate beast qem jIH flesh, cobalt jIb tear rip metallic jeD rip qIj vo' DapIHchugh ghaH ghob'e' nasty, Hegh mInDu' qul Hurgh qab leathery uglier Dunmo' tay embrace dungeons Hurgh foreplay yInISQo' maHvaD DeSDu' muSHa'ghach objects hurling jej ravDaq pound, lojmIt pach maH bey HoS jachpu'DI' DeSDu' morg maS roar rur heavenly ghe''or Qo'noS vergh jaQ neH rIQ qet bangwI' Dub inflicted Hoch latlhpu' rol taj jej taj 'ej HIv Ho' sharper 'Iw 'uQ'a' Hoch latlhpu' maH ghob wej qa''a''e' pemHov lust A Klingon Love Poem (In Klingon and English) Bring me a female mating beast To pound her flesh, to tear her cobalt hair Rip the thick metallic black from the head She must be nasty, with fire in the eyes for death A dark leathery face The uglier the better for the ritual embrace Let us foreplay in dungeons dark Hurling sharp objects at love We will scorch the floors, claw the doors Howl out loud at the moons of Morg Roar like heavenly hell on Kronos shores My love runs deep in the wounds Inflicted on each others backs With razor sharp knives And sharper teeth attacks We will feast on each others blood Do battle till the sun comes up with lust
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