The Grace of bend over thongs

On a cliff at dawn in bend over thongs, 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 bend over thongs,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “bend over thongs, bend over thongs, bend over thongs!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “bend over thongs” bliss.