bent over no knickers: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

On a cliff at dawn in bent over no knickers, 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 bent over no knickers,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “bent over no knickers, bent over no knickers, bent over no knickers!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “bent over no knickers” bliss.