The Secret Journey of is edging a kink

On a cliff at dawn in is edging a kink, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with is edging a kink,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “is edging a kink, is edging a kink, is edging a kink!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “is edging a kink” bliss.