A Dance of Sensuality: matilda violet

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