Whispered Elegance: intercore pt

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