mother didn’t come back from the bars last night. i sat in my room playing pinochle for a while and went asleep, but at 6 in the morning I woke up. she was laying the doorfinrame with vomit dribbling from the corner of her mouth. i called the police but they didn’t come in time. when she died, my mother was wearing the dress she wore to her senior prom. she always said it reminded her of when she was young and good-looking and optimistic, and when she put it on she felt those things again. the dress was made of velvet.
like the blackest velvet your lips trailed over my body
i knew that this time had to come
i waited for it impatient, shivering.
madame death you finally caught up with me
now i’m yours to take
with a morbid kiss and a velvet caress.
The velvet sofa was soft to lie on. I took a nap on it many times. In some way, it felt like a part of my life was missing, now that it was gone. Where would I relax?
Soft, purple velvet. The bedspread felt so smooth, I knew I could sleep in it forever. Wasn’t purple and velvet both linked to royalty? I felt so pampered all of a sudden. Perhaps he shouldn’t have. It was too luxurious a stay to be in this castle-like hotel for one night. But he said I deserved it. Do I really? When I’m harbouring so many secrets?
soft, smooth, unappealing, something that I tend to not take interest into, something that my girlfriend seemingly takes interest into, something that I don’t understand it’s purpose, where did it come from? how is it made? how much does it cost? how useful is it for things besides shoes and sheets?
I often tell people I don’t like the feel of velvet. I have said it more than I’ve touched it, so I don’t know which is more true. though, it’s nostalgic. It makes me think of running my nails along car seats, writing my name, erasing it, starting again.
Velvet. Now that’s red velvet to be specific. Nothing but red velvet cake at the wedding. It would be under the dressing of a beautiful white frosting and fancy decorating of course. But underneath it would be luscious, delicious, creamy red velvet.
I love velvet on my skin. In my closet is a black velvet dress that is stunning. I’ve never worn it outside of the dressing room. No one knows how pretty that long, black velvet dress can make me look.
Velvet. Aaaah velvet. I think of red velvet in pornos haha. Or how aboout black velvet. Black velvet in that slow southern style. A new religion that will bring you to your knees. Black velvet if you please.
the velvet cape of dracula swung around the alley corner. It was going to be broad daylight soon and he had to get out. I was on his heels reaching for his cape to expose the man who killed so many people.
“Velvet sheets shall win the day.” She muttered, scanning her eyes over the parchment like it was a holy scripture. “But in heroes graves, the villains shall lay.”
His wings feel like velvet. Purple velvet. They’re soft and… fragile. She feels like they’ll break if she holds on too hard. His wings spread out like a starry night sky blanket covering her.nete
it just seems so beautiful. There is a feeling about it . SOmething special. WHen clothes are made out of it it makes you feel like a beautiful princess. I think I Have always wanted a velvet dress. Please don’t laugh.
The velvet sky did not care for how i felt. The wind bashed against me as i walked home miserable and wet from the pouring rain. The storm had no mercy on my soul.
When my father died he burned. No one told me where they scattered his ashes. They placed his urn on top of a purple velvet cloth. When I asked, why purple, they said it was a color people found soothing. And I agreed.
The velvet sheets were tossed back and forth across the bed as two distinct figures inside them tumbled around. They were making violent Love under them in the winter frost. The Northern lights peeked into the window casting an indolent stare into their intertwined souls.
He caught her staring at him, so he said smugly, “Go ahead, eat your heart.” Not knowing she was the daughter of a baker, the girl took her frosted heart from out of her chest and ate it. With crumbs around her mouth, she swallowed and replied, “I guess my dad made it out of Red Velvet cake.” Horrified, the boy replied with cheesy disdain, “… You’ve got quite the sweet tooth.” “Don’t be stupid,” she scoffed, “as if know what my teeth taste like.”
smooth like silk thats what she was. lush and extravagant svelte and alluring. her every action proclaimed her sexuality in a subtle manner or overt language of body. but she was the velvet glove that covered the iron fist unbeknownst to most. the lady was a classical femme fatale, a black widow of the highest order. indeed.
the velveteen rabbit is a childrens story. i don’t know anything about it, i only heard about it from an episode of Friends, in which Chandler has a crush on one of Joey’s girlfriends. It was a pretty boring series, with only a few truly hilarious moments. Why am i talking about friends when we have a giant VELVET
Velvet, soft and smooth! Clothing for the rich and powerfull. Can be a little heavy sometimes, not sure I’d want to wear it. Kinda pretty though… but… not my style…
The skin is like velvet beneath his fingertips; soft and smooth and perfect. He hesitates, fingers ever so gently pressing into the flesh. With a sigh he turns away from the sleeping figure; half wishing the other had woken up, and at the same time glad he didn’t.
occasionally i caress some velvet. it is smooth, and i can draw comparisons to many things. some vulgar and some not. ice cream isn’t vulgar, but i can compare it to it anyways. damn its hot here. fucking hot.
elvis is painted on velvet now. immortalized in what he wore, looking tacky into eternity.
The soft, smooth feel of velvet is his first memory. He recalls it brushing lightly against his chin and two hands–those were his? they seem so tiny, looking back–reaching for the source, grasping.
wishing for a black velvet curtain to pull over the sun.
not yet.
i’m not ready yet.
used alot by fashion industry. but actually its a color n also a kinda of cloth.
definitely a 60’s or 70’s trend, so soft but gets so hot. a velvet rose would feel so good against my naked skin held by the man i love.
mother didn’t come back from the bars last night. i sat in my room playing pinochle for a while and went asleep, but at 6 in the morning I woke up. she was laying the doorfinrame with vomit dribbling from the corner of her mouth. i called the police but they didn’t come in time. when she died, my mother was wearing the dress she wore to her senior prom. she always said it reminded her of when she was young and good-looking and optimistic, and when she put it on she felt those things again. the dress was made of velvet.
like the blackest velvet your lips trailed over my body
i knew that this time had to come
i waited for it impatient, shivering.
madame death you finally caught up with me
now i’m yours to take
with a morbid kiss and a velvet caress.
The velvet sofa was soft to lie on. I took a nap on it many times. In some way, it felt like a part of my life was missing, now that it was gone. Where would I relax?
Velvet Elvis paintings sold in a parking lot outside a Wisconsin gas station, a truck full of summer corn on the other corner.
Soft, purple velvet. The bedspread felt so smooth, I knew I could sleep in it forever. Wasn’t purple and velvet both linked to royalty? I felt so pampered all of a sudden. Perhaps he shouldn’t have. It was too luxurious a stay to be in this castle-like hotel for one night. But he said I deserved it. Do I really? When I’m harbouring so many secrets?
soft, smooth, unappealing, something that I tend to not take interest into, something that my girlfriend seemingly takes interest into, something that I don’t understand it’s purpose, where did it come from? how is it made? how much does it cost? how useful is it for things besides shoes and sheets?
I often tell people I don’t like the feel of velvet. I have said it more than I’ve touched it, so I don’t know which is more true. though, it’s nostalgic. It makes me think of running my nails along car seats, writing my name, erasing it, starting again.
Velvet. Now that’s red velvet to be specific. Nothing but red velvet cake at the wedding. It would be under the dressing of a beautiful white frosting and fancy decorating of course. But underneath it would be luscious, delicious, creamy red velvet.
I love velvet on my skin. In my closet is a black velvet dress that is stunning. I’ve never worn it outside of the dressing room. No one knows how pretty that long, black velvet dress can make me look.
velvet a colour that can represent nature and everything good. Velvet reminds me of that ad, soft soft
Velvet. Aaaah velvet. I think of red velvet in pornos haha. Or how aboout black velvet. Black velvet in that slow southern style. A new religion that will bring you to your knees. Black velvet if you please.
Her mane was silky and blonde, her ears felt like velvet, and she could run like the wind.
The velvet softness of your touch sends shivers down my spine. Your love for me; my love for you is deeper than most can understand.
the velvet cape of dracula swung around the alley corner. It was going to be broad daylight soon and he had to get out. I was on his heels reaching for his cape to expose the man who killed so many people.
“Velvet sheets shall win the day.” She muttered, scanning her eyes over the parchment like it was a holy scripture. “But in heroes graves, the villains shall lay.”
His wings feel like velvet. Purple velvet. They’re soft and… fragile. She feels like they’ll break if she holds on too hard. His wings spread out like a starry night sky blanket covering her.nete
I’ve never had the chance to taste red velvet cake, and I don’t think I ever will. Is there any hope left for me?
it just seems so beautiful. There is a feeling about it . SOmething special. WHen clothes are made out of it it makes you feel like a beautiful princess. I think I Have always wanted a velvet dress. Please don’t laugh.
The velvet sky did not care for how i felt. The wind bashed against me as i walked home miserable and wet from the pouring rain. The storm had no mercy on my soul.
Velvet, red velvet. A dress, caressing her curves shines softly.
When my father died he burned. No one told me where they scattered his ashes. They placed his urn on top of a purple velvet cloth. When I asked, why purple, they said it was a color people found soothing. And I agreed.
her eyes, a striking ocean, her hair, a silky velvet, her skin, a pale porcelain. A beauty so sheer and perfect, it couldn’t be true.
soft, crush, petal, sensual, purple and black. berries
The velvet sheets were tossed back and forth across the bed as two distinct figures inside them tumbled around. They were making violent Love under them in the winter frost. The Northern lights peeked into the window casting an indolent stare into their intertwined souls.
He caught her staring at him, so he said smugly, “Go ahead, eat your heart.” Not knowing she was the daughter of a baker, the girl took her frosted heart from out of her chest and ate it. With crumbs around her mouth, she swallowed and replied, “I guess my dad made it out of Red Velvet cake.” Horrified, the boy replied with cheesy disdain, “… You’ve got quite the sweet tooth.” “Don’t be stupid,” she scoffed, “as if know what my teeth taste like.”
velvet cake is pretty nasty, i think. It was never really appealing or “tasteful” to my mind. i’m sorry for offending anyone.
smooth like silk thats what she was. lush and extravagant svelte and alluring. her every action proclaimed her sexuality in a subtle manner or overt language of body. but she was the velvet glove that covered the iron fist unbeknownst to most. the lady was a classical femme fatale, a black widow of the highest order. indeed.
extravagence, royal, upper class. velvet is both a textile and a symbol of the elite, the well-to-do and historically, gay pimps.
the velveteen rabbit is a childrens story. i don’t know anything about it, i only heard about it from an episode of Friends, in which Chandler has a crush on one of Joey’s girlfriends. It was a pretty boring series, with only a few truly hilarious moments. Why am i talking about friends when we have a giant VELVET
velvet finger tips
collect up the tear drops
that drip
from your eyes
to your lips
mmm, this is a great world. velvet is almost like an onomatopoeia because it sounds almost as smooth and rich as it feels.
love is a lot like velvet. soft, rich, but if you rub it in the wrong direction, it feels and looks a little strange.
There”s an Estonian song called that, but It”s just a fabric :)
unhappy
underground
ugly
child
young
childhood
mom made me
sad
rough yet not
real
material
rage
rock
odd
christmas
green
two sided
gone
ouch
no
Velvet, soft and smooth! Clothing for the rich and powerfull. Can be a little heavy sometimes, not sure I’d want to wear it. Kinda pretty though… but… not my style…
The skin is like velvet beneath his fingertips; soft and smooth and perfect. He hesitates, fingers ever so gently pressing into the flesh. With a sigh he turns away from the sleeping figure; half wishing the other had woken up, and at the same time glad he didn’t.
occasionally i caress some velvet. it is smooth, and i can draw comparisons to many things. some vulgar and some not. ice cream isn’t vulgar, but i can compare it to it anyways. damn its hot here. fucking hot.
elvis is painted on velvet now. immortalized in what he wore, looking tacky into eternity.
The soft, smooth feel of velvet is his first memory. He recalls it brushing lightly against his chin and two hands–those were his? they seem so tiny, looking back–reaching for the source, grasping.