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