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