Flesh For Lulu: A Glimpse of Stocking
Jon Wilde, ZigZag, December 1983
THE FAINT echo of a song mingled with his rush of black lust as he drew closer, sensing the heavenly, vital air about her. The impression was stark, vivid and at the same time indistinct, rather like the ethereal blur of a fading dream with its absolute meaning always a step ahead of his understanding.
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