FINGA ROLL!!!

Two curled n clinched gripped fists flickin finga rollin fuck u's as they stand together in the obvious gesture released with so much pleasure. speakin unspoken secrets with slits sore n bleedin. pist with each drip that's $pent a waste as a couple of birds soar before ur eyes for u to witness how they dance in ur minds sky from the hearts enhanced pain that no longer matters. as if they're the definition of art in perfect form, worn free up in ya face n erect ready to be sucked by the blow hole up n under ur nose. The double fisted flippin fun fuses r lit for that boom in ur mind to explode as i will always remain as the tension u hate...