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