Hidden Longings: "mira david lis evans"

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