Hidden Longings: arisu cote

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