Whispered Longings: ali da reaper

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