Lorenzo Pazzaglia Summer Hammer

"I long for a fruity drink to glide over my skin. I long to smell elegant rum-tinged pineapple while resting on a bed of white, musk-scented flowers. I long to tell stories of tropical lands where mangoes grow and amber-fragranced winds blow. I smear myself with sensual, soft, dreamy coconut milk cream before the crystal-clear sea. Spray me in the harshest of winters and dream; dream of endless, sun-kissed beaches, bursting with promise.