Silk is soft while the Silk road is treacherous (so I hear).
Silk reminds me of milk, soy milk for some reason. Perhaps because it’s smooth, white, and unfamiliar?
Silkies are seals in Scotland.
uhhhh… uhhhhh… I’M NOT GOOD UNDER PRESSURE!!! Think, think, think… WHY CAN’T I THINK!!! Come on come on come on… ok ok ok… THINK!!!! Is that a timer at the bottom… What does the fa
at the top of the page, “oneword” is written as one word. “one” is gray and black and “word” is light and dark purple. there is a gradient or something of the sorts to make oneword go from dark down to light. the bottom fifth or so of the word is cut off. it could be a logo
fabric from asia. Soft sheen between fingers slipping from hand. A velvety touch without the… I can’t think of words when I am this stoned. Words that start with s. Snake? Rach just said silkworms. Worms. What are they for anyway? They are like wussy snakes.
and on the silk she wore. the dim light just looked sweet on her legs. Can’t really know what i’m describing but the fact that she’s there is all I needed
Whenever looking in a mirror, she likened her long blond hair to silk. She was vain, and every ounce of her personality was inthosed into those long, silky locks. To say she was liked was true, but to say she was true to anyone wasn’t. It was her world, invested in herself.
smooth and shiny so soft and bright, I want to cover myself in silk with a beautiful woman that I love and loves me back. Oh please, lovely silk that comes from far away China, take me away into the land of yellow skin and mysteries beyond knowledge. Beautiful silk will I ever own you or shall I be yours instead for all time? I think I am in love…love of silk. Silk is good.
Sometimes I like to drink “Silk” soy milk. Also, I really enjoy drinking tea, and eating healthy foods. It makes me feel inspired to do other healthy things, because I think of all of the good it does for my body, and how I want to make healthier choices so when I have a family someday, they will make good choices too. I want to make a good impression for my future children. =)
Smooth as silk she was back to her addiction. Slipping into the flow of words she typed another entry. Slipping away from her – only a minute she wasn’t spending towards her true life purpose. Only another slippery minute getting away that didn’t get that necessary tax return done. Just one?
Silky silk is silky. I dont bloody well know. Dresses? Blankets? This is stoopid!
Ahhhh! Silk. Silky silky silky… Silk? Quietly going insane right now
Uhh…
Smooth as silk- what I think when your skin touches mine. I never appreciated the warmth you surround me in, until I spent a night without you. I never dreaded a cold bed so much.
Soft. Sensual. Sexy. It reminds me of lying bed all afternoon on a Summer’s day. A lovers breath blowing on my neck. Silk is like a parent. It keeps you safe, you feel comfortable with it all day and all night. It sometimes reminds me of the word milk.
silk is great…I think. silk reminds me of comericials when an attractive women is eating some type of chocolate candy with sensual music going on behind her and there is a womans voice seductively talking about how silky the chocolate is. What is that even supposed to mean? How can you define a food as a soft fabric substance?
Silk. The feel of it against her skin. So smooth. So cool. So elegant. That’s what she felt when she put her silk slip on over her head. It was so pretty. Too bad no one would ever see it. It was made to be seen but she knew no one ever would.
hair soft as silk flowing down her back, like a river of chocolate. luscious in its entirety. I have a strong impulse to touch it, to feel it running through my fingers endlessly. soft as silk.
Her silk scarf was draped on her shoulders. She placed strategically to appear casual. She was a hipster, she was calculating, and I was in love with her.
there are fabrics made of water and air and with them you can ease the pain and sorrow of the present day but never ask for comfort from strangers wearing them because they also create in people a sense of egotism unequaled by any other fabric one of a kind with themselves in mind but oh the ooze and awe.
Silk is soft with no edges. It makes me think of a wet eel sliding in mud. It makes no noise, but goes on forever. The water it bathes in is sweet and clean like a perfume, but not citrus, more like roses. Silk is silver and cool, goes to bed sleepy.
Sleeping, I am drifying. Waiting for you. I will always be here when you want me. I am forever at your disposal. You won’t again be without me. Strong and soft, like silk, I am warm and held fast.
Silk is slippery and also a kind of milk for people who like soy. That does not include me. I don’t like anything related to silk. I like cotton. So that’s funny. I wish I went places where I could dress nicely every day. Now I go to work, in scrubs, or to school, in jeans.
Soft. Smooth. Purple, apparently. Do you ever read a word and see that word as the color it is printed in? I’m imagining purple silk at the moment. It looks inviting. Gentle. Happy. I want to touch it. I bet it’s cold… I don’t prefer silk, though. Cotton isn’t my first choice either. I like chiffon. That’s a nice fabric. My sister’s wedding dress is chiffon.
the silk came out of the spider’s ass. yes, the spider shot something out that was not shit. no, it was silk. that’s more than any person can say. it would be really disgusting if a person could say that that shot silk from there ass. shit silk.
When I was 10 years old, I had a pair of pajama shorts that I would wear as often as possible. Whenever they showed up in the pile of freshly laundered clothes, I would wear them to bed. They were soft and smooth and incredibly comfortable. I felt like I was swimming in my bed. It was not until years later that I discovered that the shorts were not made out of silk but out of polyester.
The silk fell through my fingers, landing silently on the moist grass. Moisture began seeping and staining the precious purple, until it was speckled with the darker droplet sized marks.
When I was a young girl I was a silk worm. I didn’t want to make silk, but it was all I could do, so I just did it. It’s like the feeling of having to pee. I wanted to be a truck driver, but I never told anyone this. My parents would have scolded me and my friends would have laughed. We can all have our dreams. Mine was to be a truck driver. I could grow hands if I tried.
Silk is a form of fabric that is often used for dresses and other such garments. I believe they are made from plaints but I could be mistaken. It orginated in china and was very popular once europien
that cool, smooth feeling lingering on your skin after touching the material. graceful, fresh, and posh. sophisticated. playing with it between your fingers and not being able to get enough of that cool feeling. People in
Silk reminds me of China and India. It was basically brought / stolen from china to india by britishers. Clothes made of it are exclusive and posh. Its a great source of foreign revenue for India
it is very soft and a good fabric. it tears easily. silk worms make it, and i believe they eventually turn into moths. it’s the silk worms cocoon type thing. it can be painted on and turned into clothing and pillows.
Silk is soft while the Silk road is treacherous (so I hear).
Silk reminds me of milk, soy milk for some reason. Perhaps because it’s smooth, white, and unfamiliar?
Silkies are seals in Scotland.
uhhhh… uhhhhh… I’M NOT GOOD UNDER PRESSURE!!! Think, think, think… WHY CAN’T I THINK!!! Come on come on come on… ok ok ok… THINK!!!! Is that a timer at the bottom… What does the fa
at the top of the page, “oneword” is written as one word. “one” is gray and black and “word” is light and dark purple. there is a gradient or something of the sorts to make oneword go from dark down to light. the bottom fifth or so of the word is cut off. it could be a logo
fabric from asia. Soft sheen between fingers slipping from hand. A velvety touch without the… I can’t think of words when I am this stoned. Words that start with s. Snake? Rach just said silkworms. Worms. What are they for anyway? They are like wussy snakes.
and on the silk she wore. the dim light just looked sweet on her legs. Can’t really know what i’m describing but the fact that she’s there is all I needed
Whenever looking in a mirror, she likened her long blond hair to silk. She was vain, and every ounce of her personality was inthosed into those long, silky locks. To say she was liked was true, but to say she was true to anyone wasn’t. It was her world, invested in herself.
smooth and shiny so soft and bright, I want to cover myself in silk with a beautiful woman that I love and loves me back. Oh please, lovely silk that comes from far away China, take me away into the land of yellow skin and mysteries beyond knowledge. Beautiful silk will I ever own you or shall I be yours instead for all time? I think I am in love…love of silk. Silk is good.
Sometimes I like to drink “Silk” soy milk. Also, I really enjoy drinking tea, and eating healthy foods. It makes me feel inspired to do other healthy things, because I think of all of the good it does for my body, and how I want to make healthier choices so when I have a family someday, they will make good choices too. I want to make a good impression for my future children. =)
Smooth as silk she was back to her addiction. Slipping into the flow of words she typed another entry. Slipping away from her – only a minute she wasn’t spending towards her true life purpose. Only another slippery minute getting away that didn’t get that necessary tax return done. Just one?
Silky silk is silky. I dont bloody well know. Dresses? Blankets? This is stoopid!
Ahhhh! Silk. Silky silky silky… Silk? Quietly going insane right now
Uhh…
Smooth as silk- what I think when your skin touches mine. I never appreciated the warmth you surround me in, until I spent a night without you. I never dreaded a cold bed so much.
Soft. Sensual. Sexy. It reminds me of lying bed all afternoon on a Summer’s day. A lovers breath blowing on my neck. Silk is like a parent. It keeps you safe, you feel comfortable with it all day and all night. It sometimes reminds me of the word milk.
Silk is how I should be feeling… Silk should be a state of mind.
silk is great…I think. silk reminds me of comericials when an attractive women is eating some type of chocolate candy with sensual music going on behind her and there is a womans voice seductively talking about how silky the chocolate is. What is that even supposed to mean? How can you define a food as a soft fabric substance?
Soft warm pleasure love it makes me feel loved and comfortable I really can care less about it but I like the way it makes me feel
colorful fabric draped over
an antique chest
reminds one of
all the colors of the rainbow
Silk. The feel of it against her skin. So smooth. So cool. So elegant. That’s what she felt when she put her silk slip on over her head. It was so pretty. Too bad no one would ever see it. It was made to be seen but she knew no one ever would.
hair soft as silk flowing down her back, like a river of chocolate. luscious in its entirety. I have a strong impulse to touch it, to feel it running through my fingers endlessly. soft as silk.
soft and smooth
waiting to be stitched upon
waiting to be tied
wanting to be felt
flowing down my throat
covering my walls
His hands were soft and wanting, pouring over her body softly. They covered her, warmed her, cooled her. Smoothing her blemishes and making her anew.
Her silk scarf was draped on her shoulders. She placed strategically to appear casual. She was a hipster, she was calculating, and I was in love with her.
there are fabrics made of water and air and with them you can ease the pain and sorrow of the present day but never ask for comfort from strangers wearing them because they also create in people a sense of egotism unequaled by any other fabric one of a kind with themselves in mind but oh the ooze and awe.
Silk is soft with no edges. It makes me think of a wet eel sliding in mud. It makes no noise, but goes on forever. The water it bathes in is sweet and clean like a perfume, but not citrus, more like roses. Silk is silver and cool, goes to bed sleepy.
Soft, smooth, filmy, flowing. the word silk has such beautiful connotations. the word itself sounds like what it is. what an onomatopoeia…
soft beautiful. luxurious impeccable. smooth and easy, no imperfections. love, and lovemaking. cool and warmth. silk.
Sleeping, I am drifying. Waiting for you. I will always be here when you want me. I am forever at your disposal. You won’t again be without me. Strong and soft, like silk, I am warm and held fast.
Sooth soft goodness draping over you like a cloud. Softness with every touch, you dare to take.
Silk is slippery and also a kind of milk for people who like soy. That does not include me. I don’t like anything related to silk. I like cotton. So that’s funny. I wish I went places where I could dress nicely every day. Now I go to work, in scrubs, or to school, in jeans.
Soft. Smooth. Purple, apparently. Do you ever read a word and see that word as the color it is printed in? I’m imagining purple silk at the moment. It looks inviting. Gentle. Happy. I want to touch it. I bet it’s cold… I don’t prefer silk, though. Cotton isn’t my first choice either. I like chiffon. That’s a nice fabric. My sister’s wedding dress is chiffon.
silk
soft silky clothes worms chinese expensive scarf grandma nice pretty
the silk came out of the spider’s ass. yes, the spider shot something out that was not shit. no, it was silk. that’s more than any person can say. it would be really disgusting if a person could say that that shot silk from there ass. shit silk.
When I was 10 years old, I had a pair of pajama shorts that I would wear as often as possible. Whenever they showed up in the pile of freshly laundered clothes, I would wear them to bed. They were soft and smooth and incredibly comfortable. I felt like I was swimming in my bed. It was not until years later that I discovered that the shorts were not made out of silk but out of polyester.
The silk fell through my fingers, landing silently on the moist grass. Moisture began seeping and staining the precious purple, until it was speckled with the darker droplet sized marks.
When I was a young girl I was a silk worm. I didn’t want to make silk, but it was all I could do, so I just did it. It’s like the feeling of having to pee. I wanted to be a truck driver, but I never told anyone this. My parents would have scolded me and my friends would have laughed. We can all have our dreams. Mine was to be a truck driver. I could grow hands if I tried.
Silk is a form of fabric that is often used for dresses and other such garments. I believe they are made from plaints but I could be mistaken. It orginated in china and was very popular once europien
that cool, smooth feeling lingering on your skin after touching the material. graceful, fresh, and posh. sophisticated. playing with it between your fingers and not being able to get enough of that cool feeling. People in
Silk reminds me of China and India. It was basically brought / stolen from china to india by britishers. Clothes made of it are exclusive and posh. Its a great source of foreign revenue for India
Silk worms plucked
From earth
Wound tight
Weaves light
By fingers
Already worked
By the fields
it is very soft and a good fabric. it tears easily. silk worms make it, and i believe they eventually turn into moths. it’s the silk worms cocoon type thing. it can be painted on and turned into clothing and pillows.