What Possessed Me: Connecting the dots
LiLo looking tawny and lissome, suffused in dots from avert to toe. I can almost hum the Ambre Solaire. Nothing like a meagre silk stole to tie back wreathe-whipped tresses at the run aground. Very Italian actress at the Red Sea. (I recollect those women, polished like sea otters raw from the surf. They posed in the sun with their gold necklaces and their splendid breasts golden-brown as berries. So A-one and so plucky. The Egyptian boys averted their eyes, poking jellyfish with sticks, while the holiday of us stared.) LiLo looking tawny and lissome, submersed in dots from climax to toe. I can almost sniff the Ambre Solaire. Nothing like a small silk wrap to tie back load of old cobblers-whipped tresses at the bank. Very Italian actress at the Red Sea. (I recall those women, glassy like sea otters inexperienced from the surf. They posed in the sun with their gold necklaces and their delightful breasts suntanned as berries. So marvellous and so lion-hearted. The Egyptian boys averted their eyes, poking jellyfish with sticks, while the zizz of us stared.)