The smooth velvet rubbed closely across her face. It felt smooth and comforting. She loved it. She loved the way it made her feel. She felt loved and cared for. Who knew the fabric could enable her to feel loved for the first time in months.
She liked the way it felt on her skin, soft, like creeping into her bedroom after a long night. The feeling of knowing her parents were asleep, and probably wouldn’t wake up. They were old, she was old. And it was like a game.
There was something about you that brought me in.
Was it the feel of your skin?
It reminded me of something,
I could not let go and you tell me
how long its been since you felt it too.
the red velvet slid down her thigh slowly as his hands moved up and down her back. they wrapped around each other under that velvet hiding from the world like two small children.
The velvet cake she so deeply bit into. This was the last bite she would ever take of decadence ever. This was her last meal, she knew it. After she set the fork down, she put the noose tightly around her neck.
The top of the box was lined with baby blue velvet and from that moment he knew it was the right ring. It was perfect. The blue velvet was a sign because blue was her favorite color. This was the engagement ring.
soft just as soft as the tears you can cry over the words that are sharp enough to cut a heart in two. just as soft as the anguish that steals into your soul when you break another heart.
eagle’s wing, lift up our last keen dream, and arpeggiate each memory’s rhyme, let harmonies ring in three-quarter time, like a velvet eye, glancing slow and sedate…
The hard pink polish went on the wrinkled old toes smooth as velvet but the ladies honked like a row of cadillacs running down the bent black heads. “They’re so sweet aren’t they? Hard to understand but they do a good job.”
I went to college with a girl named Velvet. It was a very appropriate name for her, since she was a lot like the fabric both in appearance and personality. She was very pretty in a comfortable way, and very sweet, unassuming…………velvety!!
Like velvet, it slips off her shoulder… and with the kiss of his lips she melts. And with that it is over… for eternity never ends, but nor does it ever begin. So that will be forever implanted in her memory and the result will be that of a broken heart.
I know of a couple bands with the word Velvet in it. Velvet Underground and Velvet Revolver. Velvet Revolver I think is an odd name. It’s the band that Slash went to after GNR. But I like the Velvet Underground, they’re cool.
There was once a young girl, and she had only one possesion. She was not poor, not spolied, just chose to honor one thing. Her velvet blanket. It followed her everywhere, but never seemed to tire or tear throughout the years of love it was
His skin was so soft, like gently crushed velvet. She couldn’t stop touching it as he pressed kisses into her hair. She smelled it, pressed her nose into his collarbone, was blown away by the subtle sweetness of him.
Velvet silk, prettiest fabric I can think of. The soft touch on your skin, caressing your body. The lightest touch and heavenly smells. Only those who enjoy life know the feeling.
Her dress was made of the deepest blue velvet. It fell in waves all the way to the floor. A string of pearls surrounded her neck. Her hair was expertly done, soft curls framed her face.
velvet is soft and nice to touch. I alwats imagine velvet to be purple when I hear someone say it.
I hate the way velvet feels when you rub it the wrong way.
it’s like when you scratch your nails along a car seat. it makes me shudder.
velvet makes me think of kings and queens of the old times, in their long fur and velvet clothing.
She tossed her midnight blue velvet Chanel dress into a corner, anxiously rummaging through her closet. Her copy of The Velveteen Rabbit had to be here somewhere; it was the only thing she truly loved.
elvis was an awesome dude. I know he wore like velvet outfits and all that stuff. I think of the velvet chair in my office, its a mans chair yet its velvet. Cheese, why its compared to elvis and my chair is beyond me
Her velvet touch sent shivers up his arm, raising the hair on his neck. How far away he seemed to her. He didn’t love her. He knew that. But He wouldn’t say no to letting her think she was loved.
Velvet cake, Mmm. I tried making this once from a boxed brand at Wal-Mart and failed, miserably. I’ll stick to computers and leave the baking to professionals.
I just wrote about it before, anyways..Velvet? thats all i can think of…velvet its a pretty complicaated word…most of all because it can be used in so many contexts. anyway im just showing i dont have any idea of what im doing or writing.
velveteen rabbit, don’t know the story but had a stuffed animal of it. also velvet vests, and almost makes me think of the color violet which makes me think of the velveteen rabbit in a violet velvet vest. maybe skipping along a dirt path by a brook with a picnic basket and sitting under a tree with another rabbit friend in a blue velvet vest sipping on tea
Velvet is anonymous. Soft, and lush and thick to the touch, like fur, and flesh, and the moment of orgasm. It has no identity, and it needs none, for it is a suggestion of so much more.
The dirty shoes rubbed against the velvet carpet. Of course it was expensive, and of course it was ruined. The queen would probably blame him for this little act. Of course when you invite homeless men into your castle the butler is to blame for their mess. Oh, what a life!
is like a long lost friend. it is warm and comfortable and you want to wear it all the time. except on those really warm days when velvet is not so great.
The Velvet Rabbit was one of my favorite books as a child. I loved how nice the book was, how thick the paper was, and how beautiful the pictures were. Really, the book was quite sad,
The smooth velvet rubbed closely across her face. It felt smooth and comforting. She loved it. She loved the way it made her feel. She felt loved and cared for. Who knew the fabric could enable her to feel loved for the first time in months.
She liked the way it felt on her skin, soft, like creeping into her bedroom after a long night. The feeling of knowing her parents were asleep, and probably wouldn’t wake up. They were old, she was old. And it was like a game.
Velvet, soft under my fingers, menacing in his voice. I am lost, I want only to lose myself in the velvety softness of drowning, of death.
And in the velvet darkness of night, it was I who was there. Not her. I cared with soft ingenuity and endless love.
There was something about you that brought me in.
Was it the feel of your skin?
It reminded me of something,
I could not let go and you tell me
how long its been since you felt it too.
i like the name velvet.
it’s rich and soft
cool and funky
dark and lovely
it makes me think of things
that i cans hardly see.
the red velvet slid down her thigh slowly as his hands moved up and down her back. they wrapped around each other under that velvet hiding from the world like two small children.
the soft velet brushed against hair fragile body, as he fell to the ground. it crushed her soul to think that the beautiful boy in velvet was gone.
The velvet cake she so deeply bit into. This was the last bite she would ever take of decadence ever. This was her last meal, she knew it. After she set the fork down, she put the noose tightly around her neck.
soft red velvety posh princess pope beautiful colourful vibrant expensive sexy violet purple cool corse silky luxaruy
I love god
The top of the box was lined with baby blue velvet and from that moment he knew it was the right ring. It was perfect. The blue velvet was a sign because blue was her favorite color. This was the engagement ring.
soft just as soft as the tears you can cry over the words that are sharp enough to cut a heart in two. just as soft as the anguish that steals into your soul when you break another heart.
eagle’s wing, lift up our last keen dream, and arpeggiate each memory’s rhyme, let harmonies ring in three-quarter time, like a velvet eye, glancing slow and sedate…
Her hair was soft as velvet he thought, as he ran his fingers through it before he kissed her sweet mouth.
The hard pink polish went on the wrinkled old toes smooth as velvet but the ladies honked like a row of cadillacs running down the bent black heads. “They’re so sweet aren’t they? Hard to understand but they do a good job.”
Her hair reminded him of vlevet. It lat across her shoulders like the deep red velvet shawl vicky used to wear.
I went to college with a girl named Velvet. It was a very appropriate name for her, since she was a lot like the fabric both in appearance and personality. She was very pretty in a comfortable way, and very sweet, unassuming…………velvety!!
Underground, soft flowing dresses. Comfort, love, deep, dark places, luxury. Middle Ages royalty, skirts, dresses.
Like velvet, it slips off her shoulder… and with the kiss of his lips she melts. And with that it is over… for eternity never ends, but nor does it ever begin. So that will be forever implanted in her memory and the result will be that of a broken heart.
I know of a couple bands with the word Velvet in it. Velvet Underground and Velvet Revolver. Velvet Revolver I think is an odd name. It’s the band that Slash went to after GNR. But I like the Velvet Underground, they’re cool.
There was once a young girl, and she had only one possesion. She was not poor, not spolied, just chose to honor one thing. Her velvet blanket. It followed her everywhere, but never seemed to tire or tear throughout the years of love it was
His skin was so soft, like gently crushed velvet. She couldn’t stop touching it as he pressed kisses into her hair. She smelled it, pressed her nose into his collarbone, was blown away by the subtle sweetness of him.
smooth, coat, couch, red, thick, purple, curtains, lace, cold, snow, cake, richness
umm its soft and i like that.and i always think of purple when someone says velvet…yup
Velvet silk, prettiest fabric I can think of. The soft touch on your skin, caressing your body. The lightest touch and heavenly smells. Only those who enjoy life know the feeling.
Her dress was made of the deepest blue velvet. It fell in waves all the way to the floor. A string of pearls surrounded her neck. Her hair was expertly done, soft curls framed her face.
velvet is soft and nice to touch. I alwats imagine velvet to be purple when I hear someone say it.
I hate the way velvet feels when you rub it the wrong way.
it’s like when you scratch your nails along a car seat. it makes me shudder.
velvet makes me think of kings and queens of the old times, in their long fur and velvet clothing.
She tossed her midnight blue velvet Chanel dress into a corner, anxiously rummaging through her closet. Her copy of The Velveteen Rabbit had to be here somewhere; it was the only thing she truly loved.
elvis was an awesome dude. I know he wore like velvet outfits and all that stuff. I think of the velvet chair in my office, its a mans chair yet its velvet. Cheese, why its compared to elvis and my chair is beyond me
Her velvet touch sent shivers up his arm, raising the hair on his neck. How far away he seemed to her. He didn’t love her. He knew that. But He wouldn’t say no to letting her think she was loved.
Velvet cake, Mmm. I tried making this once from a boxed brand at Wal-Mart and failed, miserably. I’ll stick to computers and leave the baking to professionals.
I just wrote about it before, anyways..Velvet? thats all i can think of…velvet its a pretty complicaated word…most of all because it can be used in so many contexts. anyway im just showing i dont have any idea of what im doing or writing.
velveteen rabbit, don’t know the story but had a stuffed animal of it. also velvet vests, and almost makes me think of the color violet which makes me think of the velveteen rabbit in a violet velvet vest. maybe skipping along a dirt path by a brook with a picnic basket and sitting under a tree with another rabbit friend in a blue velvet vest sipping on tea
Velvet is anonymous. Soft, and lush and thick to the touch, like fur, and flesh, and the moment of orgasm. It has no identity, and it needs none, for it is a suggestion of so much more.
I cannot stand the feel of velvet. It makes my mouth water just thinking about touching velvet – I’m all anxious now.
The dirty shoes rubbed against the velvet carpet. Of course it was expensive, and of course it was ruined. The queen would probably blame him for this little act. Of course when you invite homeless men into your castle the butler is to blame for their mess. Oh, what a life!
her velvet esophagus cushioned each pinprick, muffled and limped each lazy groan into a purr.
is like a long lost friend. it is warm and comfortable and you want to wear it all the time. except on those really warm days when velvet is not so great.
The Velvet Rabbit was one of my favorite books as a child. I loved how nice the book was, how thick the paper was, and how beautiful the pictures were. Really, the book was quite sad,