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