what the fuck. I don’t want to write about silk. unless it is you and me…and i hardly want to talk about that. because there is no such thing? or so I come to think. well silk. you are smooth.
silk. the most beautiful, and the softest of all materials many would argue. It is made in such a beautifully natural manner, and can be transformed into an amazing range of items. Bedding, clothing, beauty products.
Silk is one of the softest clothing makers ever. it is nice to lay down on it and just move your arms back and forth and move it through your fingers. It is soft. It can cause static thought and that’s not good. I hate static. especially the silk kind. i love silk.
haha i didnt realize i would be writing bout the same subject again after i did the first one today. i didn’t finish what i wanted to say last time and i wanna finish this time. so beforehand, silk reminds me of silkworms and not like what e
silk is something that chinese people invented and weave into elaborate clothing. Its is a brand of soy milk. Im sure there a few bands that go by the name of silk. I use the adverb form of silk far too often, like those dance moves were super silky, bro.
Silk is soft. I think about a silk worm when I see this word. I’ve never actually seen a silk worm. Do they look like a normal worm? It’s crazy to think that a worm makes silk.
Silk is the sensation that I typically associate with smoothness and pleasant feelings. It also happens to be a material whose trade was very prominent in the middle ages, particularly perpetuated by the East India Trading Company. I frequently associate Marco Polo with silk.
silk is soft and sometimes pretty it reminds me of color guard because that is what we call the flag part of our flags there is a silk worm that turn into a pretty butterfly there is such thing as a silk road but i dont know where it is
It’s soft. it’s silky. it’s made by silkworms and it’s white and pretty
but i feel bad for all the silkworms that die in the process
i mean i know silkworms don’t have a central brain and cant feel
but i still feel bad because they are all killed in the process
and then they all die
and they
Fabric so sweet it’s like liquid, ’tis the beauty that spiders spin. Often I wonder, just what it would be like to be wrapped up in silk, a cocoon. The smooth, light texture, encasing you, molding to you, for seemingly endless days to come.
its the softest thing i’ve ever felt. it was so amazing, i was just laying there wearing these sillk pajamas. i felt so nice and fantastic. i’ll always wear silk for the rest of time. i slept like the sweetest kid you’ll ever know. damn silk you’re my best friend.
smooth
and rich
slender
and thin
calming
and gentle
soft and unstiff
comfortable
and cozy
you can’t help but touch
sweet smelling bare skin
you can’t get enough
silk is a wonderful thing! i have had my silk pillow case for maybe 15 years now and i love it to death! i prefer silk on my face than a woman any day! ok, maybe thats not true, but who cares. so how much is silk worth these days? it seems like it would be a lot.
the silk fluttered against my skin. She was standing above me. I looked up her legs into the abyss of her skirt. The sun and shades danced against her legs.
My hands had taken on the feel of sandpaper, against her silken complexion. She was stunning. Not in the conventional way, but in the way she expressed so much of herself through her eyes. Warmth, humour, love. I realised then how much I was in love with her.
She slid her knickers down over her knees, and hesitated as she no longer heard him scuffling int he bathroom. She kicked her knickers off and jogged to the bathroom door, throwing it open with a high kick.
Soft and feels cool to rub against. The best thing ever created for pj’s to be made in silk. I think about silk worms and wonder if they really create silk or is that just a myth? I don’t really have anything else to say other than it feels really cool.
sunshine cascaded in through the white lace curtains, highlighting the shiny blue sheets. rumpled, unmade bed. despite it’s appearance, Eloise didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. it remained, technically, unslept in.
I dont have idea the means of “silk” then I was searching faster on line the meaning but I dont know what to writte about it, any way I try it , hope it works :). my main language is spanish trying to improve my english.
silk is silken. silk is smooth. like the roads so many ancients traveled upon, silk brings us luxury. silk brings us sublime comfort. women are like silk, and if you are not too careful, they will slide out of your hands similar to water.
The fabric that is one of the most expensive yet common things. It feels amazing. i remember when a friend of mine told me that she was wearing silk pajamas and had silk covers so when she decided to jump on her bed one day, she slipped right off! I reall
WEll, I felt happy today. Silky. Like, you know when you kinda wave silk around? The ripples and wrinkles in it? I was rippling with excitedness and anxiousness! It can be good and bad. It was a bit of both today.
smooth, clothes, locious, amazing. expensive and awesome. a luxery. most people cant even afford it. a lot of people prob dont even know what it feels like. my moms solen bblouse that she’ll prob never get back. all the clothes i stole from my mom that she’ll prob not get back. she gets mad when i do that, damn i should prob return all her clothes but then i would prob lose half my wardrobe. yea shes not getting that back but anyways silk, silk? silk? worms. worms make silk. that so weird i wonder how they actually turn silk into a clothing material. i wonder if the silk from worms are their poop? i wonder… has it been sixty seconds? this is so long omg. i’ve never experienced a longer minute than this. except the microwave the microwave has the longest minutes and seconds
The silk dress wrapped around my waist, and I looked up from my torso and into the mirror. “I look horrid,” I said slowly. “Shut up. You look hot,” Tourmaline said. I looked again at the smokey purple material. It shined in the soft light of my bedroom, and I turned to look at the back of the dress. I smiled. “Whatever you say, Linny.” “I’m always right. Now hurry up. We’re running on a tight schedule.” She headed for the door, and we ran down the hallway, shoes in hands and laughter in our throats.
“And I could see red silk. I remember that because it contrasted with your black hair..” he paused, suddenly realizing he had said too much. I grimaced. He continued shakily, “I didn’t mean to tell you that. I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.” On the other end of the phone, I sighed again. It was happening. Why were they always so relentless? The years did nothing to stop them. Perhaps it was because the years did nothing to change me. The consistency, the resiliency; it was appealing, I’m sure.
is it pathetic that the first thing that comes to my mind is soymilk? and then i start thinking about how i learned in grade school that slave owners used beautiful and colorful silk to lure women onto cargo ships and bring them to the US?
your hair just felt like silk in between my fingertips.
running my hands back and forth, i wondered how it would be if i wasn’t leaving.
if everything stayed like this forever.
if we could be together.
if i’d make a breach in your heart.
Silk sheets are super soft. I’ve never owned any, but I have felt them before. I don’t think I could ever sleep on them though. Unless the house is really cold, then they seem like they’d be nice.
her hair was like silk to me…she was absolutely perfect…i hugged her for the very last time…”i have to go”, she said. what else could i do?after all,she was an angel.she had to go above…it was for the best…i miss her…a lot…
what the fuck. I don’t want to write about silk. unless it is you and me…and i hardly want to talk about that. because there is no such thing? or so I come to think. well silk. you are smooth.
silk. the most beautiful, and the softest of all materials many would argue. It is made in such a beautifully natural manner, and can be transformed into an amazing range of items. Bedding, clothing, beauty products.
Made from worms, kinda yucky but oh so smooth.
Silk is one of the softest clothing makers ever. it is nice to lay down on it and just move your arms back and forth and move it through your fingers. It is soft. It can cause static thought and that’s not good. I hate static. especially the silk kind. i love silk.
The way it feels on my
palms is exactly how the sky feels
as the clouds pass under it
haha i didnt realize i would be writing bout the same subject again after i did the first one today. i didn’t finish what i wanted to say last time and i wanna finish this time. so beforehand, silk reminds me of silkworms and not like what e
silk is something that chinese people invented and weave into elaborate clothing. Its is a brand of soy milk. Im sure there a few bands that go by the name of silk. I use the adverb form of silk far too often, like those dance moves were super silky, bro.
Silk is soft. I think about a silk worm when I see this word. I’ve never actually seen a silk worm. Do they look like a normal worm? It’s crazy to think that a worm makes silk.
Silk is the sensation that I typically associate with smoothness and pleasant feelings. It also happens to be a material whose trade was very prominent in the middle ages, particularly perpetuated by the East India Trading Company. I frequently associate Marco Polo with silk.
yummy drink that is like milk and i love milk so much yummmmmyyyy
silk sheets. so soft. so cool. so luxurious. i think i’ll sleep like a baby. good-night.
Smooth. Soft. But most of all, cold to the touch. Just like you.
silk is soft and sometimes pretty it reminds me of color guard because that is what we call the flag part of our flags there is a silk worm that turn into a pretty butterfly there is such thing as a silk road but i dont know where it is
It’s soft. it’s silky. it’s made by silkworms and it’s white and pretty
but i feel bad for all the silkworms that die in the process
i mean i know silkworms don’t have a central brain and cant feel
but i still feel bad because they are all killed in the process
and then they all die
and they
Fabric so sweet it’s like liquid, ’tis the beauty that spiders spin. Often I wonder, just what it would be like to be wrapped up in silk, a cocoon. The smooth, light texture, encasing you, molding to you, for seemingly endless days to come.
Smooth, watery, patterned and colorful. Worms in cocoons dance on a light breeze. Soy milk. riches finery ilk
its the softest thing i’ve ever felt. it was so amazing, i was just laying there wearing these sillk pajamas. i felt so nice and fantastic. i’ll always wear silk for the rest of time. i slept like the sweetest kid you’ll ever know. damn silk you’re my best friend.
smooth
and rich
slender
and thin
calming
and gentle
soft and unstiff
comfortable
and cozy
you can’t help but touch
sweet smelling bare skin
you can’t get enough
© L
silk is a wonderful thing! i have had my silk pillow case for maybe 15 years now and i love it to death! i prefer silk on my face than a woman any day! ok, maybe thats not true, but who cares. so how much is silk worth these days? it seems like it would be a lot.
Red silk shirt, resting on the lightly roasted skin of a human being. Softly being rustled by the passing wind, so delicately making its own sound.
the silk fluttered against my skin. She was standing above me. I looked up her legs into the abyss of her skirt. The sun and shades danced against her legs.
My hands had taken on the feel of sandpaper, against her silken complexion. She was stunning. Not in the conventional way, but in the way she expressed so much of herself through her eyes. Warmth, humour, love. I realised then how much I was in love with her.
She slid her knickers down over her knees, and hesitated as she no longer heard him scuffling int he bathroom. She kicked her knickers off and jogged to the bathroom door, throwing it open with a high kick.
Soft and feels cool to rub against. The best thing ever created for pj’s to be made in silk. I think about silk worms and wonder if they really create silk or is that just a myth? I don’t really have anything else to say other than it feels really cool.
sunshine cascaded in through the white lace curtains, highlighting the shiny blue sheets. rumpled, unmade bed. despite it’s appearance, Eloise didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. it remained, technically, unslept in.
I dont have idea the means of “silk” then I was searching faster on line the meaning but I dont know what to writte about it, any way I try it , hope it works :). my main language is spanish trying to improve my english.
silk is silken. silk is smooth. like the roads so many ancients traveled upon, silk brings us luxury. silk brings us sublime comfort. women are like silk, and if you are not too careful, they will slide out of your hands similar to water.
The fabric that is one of the most expensive yet common things. It feels amazing. i remember when a friend of mine told me that she was wearing silk pajamas and had silk covers so when she decided to jump on her bed one day, she slipped right off! I reall
WEll, I felt happy today. Silky. Like, you know when you kinda wave silk around? The ripples and wrinkles in it? I was rippling with excitedness and anxiousness! It can be good and bad. It was a bit of both today.
smooth, clothes, locious, amazing. expensive and awesome. a luxery. most people cant even afford it. a lot of people prob dont even know what it feels like. my moms solen bblouse that she’ll prob never get back. all the clothes i stole from my mom that she’ll prob not get back. she gets mad when i do that, damn i should prob return all her clothes but then i would prob lose half my wardrobe. yea shes not getting that back but anyways silk, silk? silk? worms. worms make silk. that so weird i wonder how they actually turn silk into a clothing material. i wonder if the silk from worms are their poop? i wonder… has it been sixty seconds? this is so long omg. i’ve never experienced a longer minute than this. except the microwave the microwave has the longest minutes and seconds
Sexy silk wrapped around my body.
Sexy purple to be perceive
The silk dress wrapped around my waist, and I looked up from my torso and into the mirror. “I look horrid,” I said slowly. “Shut up. You look hot,” Tourmaline said. I looked again at the smokey purple material. It shined in the soft light of my bedroom, and I turned to look at the back of the dress. I smiled. “Whatever you say, Linny.” “I’m always right. Now hurry up. We’re running on a tight schedule.” She headed for the door, and we ran down the hallway, shoes in hands and laughter in our throats.
“And I could see red silk. I remember that because it contrasted with your black hair..” he paused, suddenly realizing he had said too much. I grimaced. He continued shakily, “I didn’t mean to tell you that. I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.” On the other end of the phone, I sighed again. It was happening. Why were they always so relentless? The years did nothing to stop them. Perhaps it was because the years did nothing to change me. The consistency, the resiliency; it was appealing, I’m sure.
“Put silk on a goat and it is still a goat.”
is it pathetic that the first thing that comes to my mind is soymilk? and then i start thinking about how i learned in grade school that slave owners used beautiful and colorful silk to lure women onto cargo ships and bring them to the US?
your hair just felt like silk in between my fingertips.
running my hands back and forth, i wondered how it would be if i wasn’t leaving.
if everything stayed like this forever.
if we could be together.
if i’d make a breach in your heart.
satin
skin sweet
magic silk
hand me
down
Silk sheets are super soft. I’ve never owned any, but I have felt them before. I don’t think I could ever sleep on them though. Unless the house is really cold, then they seem like they’d be nice.
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her hair was like silk to me…she was absolutely perfect…i hugged her for the very last time…”i have to go”, she said. what else could i do?after all,she was an angel.she had to go above…it was for the best…i miss her…a lot…