Hidden Sensuality: double lobed lip

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in double lobed lip. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with double lobed lip,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“double lobed lip, double lobed lip, double lobed lip!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “double lobed lip” down on the streets fifty stories below.