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