skin, lips, your emerald eyes. chocolate and wine, resonating wood. the flowing music which brought us together – waves. undulating and wrapping around us. those effortless occurances. soft and warm and seductive and perfect. beautiful. and memorable. leaving an imprint in my mind, my dreams, my fantasies, my days, my life. my two loves – brought together by nature as one.
silk — silky smooth, like a baby’s bottom. silk makes me want to snuggle in something comfortable. it brings comfort and warmness when hearing the word. it’s hard to believe it comes from a worm, something i don’t associate with things that are good. i know when its raining outside, worms will be out on their deathbed, squirming around while wishing they can go back into their dirt enclaves called home. hard to believe something so beautiful comes from a worm.
My cat Mugsy’s fur was soft as silk. A Persian/Manx cross, she was solid black with copper eyes—just beautiful. Sweet and affectionate too. She died today, of old age and kidney failure. I’ll miss her, but know she’s not feeling any more pain or discomfort.
The silk of a dress lay draped over the back of a chair. It had not been hastily discarded but arranged with careful precision. It was the only thing the woman owned that had any value to anyone other than herself.
Smooth sexy silk. SOmething that makes every one sensual. Love, lifre and happiness. I love silk personally, I hope the emporer is not wearing it. LOL Yeah, we are, we are the emporers wearing silk these days. Fooled by our politicians maybe them too are fooled.
I woke up one sunny spring morning. I didn’t remember much of what i did the night before. I never turned my alarm off from when i had to wake up Friday morning so painfully i reached for the snooze button and noticed something red and silky on the carpet.
its soft and smooth makes me wanna wrap my naked body in it and never move ever…..its probaly the sofest thing you can put on your skin…ahhhhhhhh the feeling is amazing……..its like you are nothing but beauty when you have it on
Silk reminds me of the feeling of whenever I was little I would hold on to my blanket. I would hold it up to my face for comfort, as if it was like a shield that would protect me from monsters or nightmares. Now that I think back to it, I really did believe that it was just gorgeous pieces of silk sewn together with magical thread that would wipe my sad feelings away… just like the Mother who made it for me.
He ran his hands through her hair. It slipped between his fingers like silk. He couldn’t hold on. He had to let go, had to.
He forced his hands away from her. He forced himself away from her. Distance was the problem, yes, but now it was the key. Yes, it had to be.
He could do this. He could leave. They might cry- they were crying- but he had to leave. They’d be together again- hopefully.
the silk stockings had a tint of green. she picked them because she knew they would match her pale yellow dress. it was the perfect outfit for a spring afternoon party. little did the guests know how grand an entrance she would make. however she would take her time. waiting for the right moment to slowly plant the seed of doubt in their minds.
She sat alone on the rooftop, her silk robe clutched tight around her. It was a bit chilly, exposed in the late November air, but she ignored it. More pressing matters occupied her thoughts.
And the words slid right out of the space where I’d been storing them, right out of my reach, valuable and lost and sliding like some massive sheet of silk as I stared blankly at the person before me. My words were lost and so my thoughts were lost to all possibility of communication, and I wondered if I wasn’t lost along with them.
Reminds me of my grandma and bugs. Which are similar because I don’t like to touch or kiss them, but they are interesting to look at and learn about them. It also reminds me of Mulan. She’s such a badass. She killed those Huns.
Oh look.
A spider.
It’s very ambitious:
it’s trying to make a web across my front door.
It’s not going to work, of course,
but I can’t help admiring it
as it spins the delicate silk
which will so soon be destroyed.
I felt the smooth silk against the back of my legs as he pushed my dress further and further up. I felt his quick sighs and heavy breathing like it was my own heart beat; he was my own heart beat. His cool hands felt like perfection on the back of my neck, and his smell overwhelmed me.
Silk is like water. It ripples. You can tear it, if you try hard enough. Maybe you can dive right through it–a perfect dive, like an Olympian–as if it were a pool of blue water in paradise.
soft and luxurious. fine and expensize, nice and others would like how it looks on me and then i could put it as a pillow case and it could make my hair nice, usually is very pretty. reminds me of massies silk pajamas from her book. i would really like to have something of the fabric. but i dont think that i could af
i have a silk pillowcase! don’t like it much because it makes my hair static-y, but my boyfriend likes it! Then again, he doesn’t have 14 inches of hair to worry about sticking up in the air. Boys have it sooooo easy they don’t even know how much work we put into it. And they don’t even care 99.99999% of the time!
Her hair was like silk, her body like warm satin. It curved, it twisted in knots and it rippled in waves. He knew–the only thing he knew at this moment in time– was that he loved her, this woman of silk and satin.
The curtains waved in the morning breeze, cold on my bare feet. The sun penetrated my face, leaving it tingling in the heat. my feet reached the hard, cold ground, giving me some relief from the sunlight.
It’s so smooth against your skin; it must make up the clothes of the gods. It, at least, has to be the mortal material closest to godly clothing. It makes you feel so rich with power. So, so rich, and powerful. So much you could just die. (As close to the gods as it is, you’ll still die)
so smooth and soft that it feels like a second skin
it slips under and over and around and embraces you like a gentle kiss of hope and faith and all the good things in life that the world seems to forget about
it can make you think of a passionate night with the love of your life, or a one night stand that lasted too long
i ran my fingers across your lips and down your cheek and as you looked into my eyes, you smiled at me. i’ve never trusted anyone more in my entire life. you held me close to you and i could feel you breathing. i could feel you move beneath me, your skin as smooth as silk.
When I think of silk i think of sheets. and old movies with silky sheets. and Clue the movie when the woman Ms Scarlet wears her red silk dress. I think of silk and I think sexy suave and shiny. red and wine
i think i already did this thing about silk. but it is quite a good brand of soy milk. god, i really hate generic soy milk. it just does not taste the same at all. really disappoint excuse for silk…
ugh…
30 seconds left.
silk
silky
silken
silked
i pray that the silk that touches your skin blinds you from the betrayal in her heart. The part of her that fears all things and needs nothing, except for you. She waits. Her mind runs at a million miles an hour and she prays to a God she no longer believes in.
her silky hair brushes against my check as she sits up, the strands lingering on me as she leaves, tempting me to pull her back and never let go.
skin, lips, your emerald eyes. chocolate and wine, resonating wood. the flowing music which brought us together – waves. undulating and wrapping around us. those effortless occurances. soft and warm and seductive and perfect. beautiful. and memorable. leaving an imprint in my mind, my dreams, my fantasies, my days, my life. my two loves – brought together by nature as one.
silk — silky smooth, like a baby’s bottom. silk makes me want to snuggle in something comfortable. it brings comfort and warmness when hearing the word. it’s hard to believe it comes from a worm, something i don’t associate with things that are good. i know when its raining outside, worms will be out on their deathbed, squirming around while wishing they can go back into their dirt enclaves called home. hard to believe something so beautiful comes from a worm.
My cat Mugsy’s fur was soft as silk. A Persian/Manx cross, she was solid black with copper eyes—just beautiful. Sweet and affectionate too. She died today, of old age and kidney failure. I’ll miss her, but know she’s not feeling any more pain or discomfort.
The silk of a dress lay draped over the back of a chair. It had not been hastily discarded but arranged with careful precision. It was the only thing the woman owned that had any value to anyone other than herself.
Smooth sexy silk. SOmething that makes every one sensual. Love, lifre and happiness. I love silk personally, I hope the emporer is not wearing it. LOL Yeah, we are, we are the emporers wearing silk these days. Fooled by our politicians maybe them too are fooled.
I woke up one sunny spring morning. I didn’t remember much of what i did the night before. I never turned my alarm off from when i had to wake up Friday morning so painfully i reached for the snooze button and noticed something red and silky on the carpet.
Silk milk. Silk sheets. Silk trees. Silk is soft. That is all.
china, dresses, fancy women, soft, my grandma, worm, sr
its soft and smooth makes me wanna wrap my naked body in it and never move ever…..its probaly the sofest thing you can put on your skin…ahhhhhhhh the feeling is amazing……..its like you are nothing but beauty when you have it on
soft, shiny, fabric, sewing, luxe, expensive, pretty, silky, jewel toned, material
Silk is sleek and shiny, it’s expensive and lovely and envy-able. Silk is royal and beautiful, it’s perfect…then it’s flawed and useless.
Silk reminds me of the feeling of whenever I was little I would hold on to my blanket. I would hold it up to my face for comfort, as if it was like a shield that would protect me from monsters or nightmares. Now that I think back to it, I really did believe that it was just gorgeous pieces of silk sewn together with magical thread that would wipe my sad feelings away… just like the Mother who made it for me.
Soft, sleek, fancy, rich, snobby, pretty, nice, satin, whispery, light, lovely
there were silk gowns all around the palace, she wore one more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen, it made her face shine.
He ran his hands through her hair. It slipped between his fingers like silk. He couldn’t hold on. He had to let go, had to.
He forced his hands away from her. He forced himself away from her. Distance was the problem, yes, but now it was the key. Yes, it had to be.
He could do this. He could leave. They might cry- they were crying- but he had to leave. They’d be together again- hopefully.
One day i’ll have enough money to afford a hand made silk dress, all for myself. Maybe.
dress, chinese, spiders, worms, butterflies, corn, blankets, hair, pajamas, sheets,
the silk stockings had a tint of green. she picked them because she knew they would match her pale yellow dress. it was the perfect outfit for a spring afternoon party. little did the guests know how grand an entrance she would make. however she would take her time. waiting for the right moment to slowly plant the seed of doubt in their minds.
She sat alone on the rooftop, her silk robe clutched tight around her. It was a bit chilly, exposed in the late November air, but she ignored it. More pressing matters occupied her thoughts.
And the words slid right out of the space where I’d been storing them, right out of my reach, valuable and lost and sliding like some massive sheet of silk as I stared blankly at the person before me. My words were lost and so my thoughts were lost to all possibility of communication, and I wondered if I wasn’t lost along with them.
Skin as soft as silk, smooth to the touch. Hand magically gliding over, gently touching.
Reminds me of my grandma and bugs. Which are similar because I don’t like to touch or kiss them, but they are interesting to look at and learn about them. It also reminds me of Mulan. She’s such a badass. She killed those Huns.
Oh look.
A spider.
It’s very ambitious:
it’s trying to make a web across my front door.
It’s not going to work, of course,
but I can’t help admiring it
as it spins the delicate silk
which will so soon be destroyed.
I love pulling the silk from my fresh corn. So glad we planted the garden this year.
Silk billows like the wind, it’s stronger than the wind, yet it looks so frail, why?, why does it look so delicate?
I felt the smooth silk against the back of my legs as he pushed my dress further and further up. I felt his quick sighs and heavy breathing like it was my own heart beat; he was my own heart beat. His cool hands felt like perfection on the back of my neck, and his smell overwhelmed me.
Silk is like water. It ripples. You can tear it, if you try hard enough. Maybe you can dive right through it–a perfect dive, like an Olympian–as if it were a pool of blue water in paradise.
soft and luxurious. fine and expensize, nice and others would like how it looks on me and then i could put it as a pillow case and it could make my hair nice, usually is very pretty. reminds me of massies silk pajamas from her book. i would really like to have something of the fabric. but i dont think that i could af
i have a silk pillowcase! don’t like it much because it makes my hair static-y, but my boyfriend likes it! Then again, he doesn’t have 14 inches of hair to worry about sticking up in the air. Boys have it sooooo easy they don’t even know how much work we put into it. And they don’t even care 99.99999% of the time!
Her hair was like silk, her body like warm satin. It curved, it twisted in knots and it rippled in waves. He knew–the only thing he knew at this moment in time– was that he loved her, this woman of silk and satin.
The curtains waved in the morning breeze, cold on my bare feet. The sun penetrated my face, leaving it tingling in the heat. my feet reached the hard, cold ground, giving me some relief from the sunlight.
silk. like worms. like you. you’re a worm.
It’s so smooth against your skin; it must make up the clothes of the gods. It, at least, has to be the mortal material closest to godly clothing. It makes you feel so rich with power. So, so rich, and powerful. So much you could just die. (As close to the gods as it is, you’ll still die)
so smooth and soft that it feels like a second skin
it slips under and over and around and embraces you like a gentle kiss of hope and faith and all the good things in life that the world seems to forget about
it can make you think of a passionate night with the love of your life, or a one night stand that lasted too long
i ran my fingers across your lips and down your cheek and as you looked into my eyes, you smiled at me. i’ve never trusted anyone more in my entire life. you held me close to you and i could feel you breathing. i could feel you move beneath me, your skin as smooth as silk.
When I think of silk i think of sheets. and old movies with silky sheets. and Clue the movie when the woman Ms Scarlet wears her red silk dress. I think of silk and I think sexy suave and shiny. red and wine
i think i already did this thing about silk. but it is quite a good brand of soy milk. god, i really hate generic soy milk. it just does not taste the same at all. really disappoint excuse for silk…
ugh…
30 seconds left.
silk
silky
silken
silked
Smooth, kimonos, worms, bedsheets, watery.
Pale pastels and chalky whiteness. Under my fingernails but gliding smoothly through twines of braided hair.
Twisty but sharp.
i pray that the silk that touches your skin blinds you from the betrayal in her heart. The part of her that fears all things and needs nothing, except for you. She waits. Her mind runs at a million miles an hour and she prays to a God she no longer believes in.