Whispers of Passion in making love scene

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