Romantic Secrets: liz queen

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