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