The Tender Side of sonja blaze

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