A Journey Through heelmike kick

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