itscelinasmith of: Adventures That Will Inspire and Captivate You

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