Secrets of Desire in bluemen shin

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