The texture of your hair in my dream was nice. I know, you asked, why was I touching it, and I said it was because it was soft but that was only halfway true. It was more than that, I wanted to be closer to you, I wanted to make you feel safe.
texture is a beautiful word. moreover it accompanies an even more beautiful meaning. texture signifies designs, details and inticrate intimacy of an artist and his designs . texture brings out many vivid colors and pictures in our imagination. with it are related with many memories and imaginations,. they may be of our childhood, or perhaps that first sensation of love…
A texture means that something feels. It doesn’t know when your touching it, but you can feel it. It’s bumps, it’s lack of bumps. Gravel’s texture is rough and bumpy. A balloon’s texture is smooth. Pretty much everything has a texture.
She ran her hands over the fabric, her fingers brushing the soft folds wonderingly. She couldn’t see, but she could feel. With these things over her ears, she couldn’t hear anything–feeling was her only outlet. It was amazing what she could hear from that feeling. Her hands trailed to the wood of the table, brushing the knots and intricate grains as she wondered exactly what she’d been missing all this time.
I think of a velvet texture. Or like the texture of the fabric that the middle back seat in mum’s old car was made of. I used to draw things in that fabric with my fingers.
It was a bit bumpy, but in that sort of sticky way. It made me feel sick and somewhat turned on. I couldn’t even see it – the lights were out. A consequence of the storm that was ravaging around us. I just kept feeling it. I couldn’t stop.
the texture was fluffy and was made of wool, it was soft and pleasurable to the touch. Sandpaper is different however, it’s rough. It’s not soft and nice to touch or feel, it’s unforgiving like the sun.
rough smooth fuzzy light soothing hurting
Texture is the way something feels on the surface, such as cloth, food. Even air can have texture is it about to rain, snow how does the sun feel today? Texture of your life? overall impression is it a difficult rough terrain or a pleasant rambling sunny brook? I like the texture of my homemade bread, it says love to my tastebuds. The texture of my shepards coat is rough and coarse but I still love to touch it, she is such a joy to me. Feeling is a powerful sense. I love the sand at the beach running through my fingers.
texture is a beautiful word. moreover it accompnies an even more beautiful meaning. texture signifies designs, details and inticrate intimacy of an artist and his designs . texture brings out many vivid colors and pictures in our imagination. with it are related many memories and imaginations, of our childhood.
He is like a fine painting. Full of depth, color and texture. I love the way he looks at me. the way he touches me and the way his smiles transcends my world.
I felt the magical texture of Sato and I knew he was the one. Legends say that the man with the ragged skull would save the world from all destruction. Now, it is peaceful but we seers can feel there is a great war coming. It is my job to mentor Sato. He is only a 5 year old child now, but soon he will grow up to be a great hero.
His skin, stubbled and rough under my fingers as I caress his jawline. I love it and I want to feel it, feel his chin rubbing against me. But he’s married and my best friend and it’s never to be.
fabric/ soft. rough. clothes. feel. sofas.chairs.upholstery. home furnishings. texture of fabris is important in the right places as it determines the object
What a weird word. The texture of my brother’s skin is so good (: He’s sitting beside me now and getting embarrassed at my compliment. But his skin is as smooth as a .. baby’s ass.
Teehee.
Baby’s ass baby’s ass. Smooth texture ray ^^ Like the compliment?
HAHAHAH. This has got to be the weirdest word ever.
Soft like a fleece, smooth and silky like the cat’s fur. Texture in desserts is so important. Mush foods are generally unappealing, like mashed potatoes, applesauce, and pudding. Adding nuts to a chocolate dessert makes it so much better.
There were times in those days when people believed in Texture. it was an amazing discovery by the one and true famous Dr. Van Hoff. if it weren’t for him we would not be here in this world today. Texture is simple, it is a concept.
My hands, my writing, I love the way to feel the texture of my hands, of the sking, the way how I touch, and How can i feel the texture of you, of me, of the things I write. Texture, things texture, your texture, my texture.
texture. The texture of jelly was weird. It was light yet squishy. It was soft and and smooth. It had this indescribable feel in my mouth. I decided, I like jelly.
She nodded sadly, turning her head so that he wouldn’t see the hurt trembling in her eyes. As she blinked to hold back the flood of tears, she thought to herself that if love were to have a texture, then her relationship would be coarse.
Certain surfaces have specific textures. Walls have rough textures that remain me of a time once in my childhood. I used to run along the wall in grandmama’s porch and place my finger along the wall while imagining a different world on the other side.
Life is a canvas. One which we paint for ourselves with bold strokes and vibrant hues. It is a medley of TEXTURES, soft, rough, silky and many more. Our stories lie in this inter-woven fabric, in this potpourri of emotion that is you and I.
It felt silky and soft. She couldn’t let it go. She had to have it. As she felt it glide through her fingers and on her body, her senses were overwhelmed. She hadn’t been so happy in weeks.
Finally, the perfect dress for that special occasion.
the texture of an item is important. the softness of an object can make it seem nice, though it can also be a show of something going bad. we trust the texture of an item to show us it’s worth.
Something that has a feel. Your senses detect it and it is mostly your friends. Texture also can be something you think about while chewing food or when you think of an animal like a toad. The texture is thought to be bumpy and slimy
Texture is something which can be felt, It could be of a paper or a piece of cloth or even achocolate! Everything has a texture. It could be hard or soft.
It’s all in between, she said, all in between. Glass tears by the end, all in between. Through the weather-beaten palms and the scabrous brawn. Glass rills, all in between.
The feeling of your hands is like the sandpaper that I learnt about on the Cape, withered and lotionless, and I grip your beard too, it’s spiky and smells nothing like the pine needles forking off from the winter’s branch, you wouldn’t know of that smell anyways, or the feeling of crisp Hallmark wrap unleashing plush pets.
He felt like the years of matt darkness were finally being buried. Life had a smell, now, a taste, a texture; there was more to it than breathe in, breathe out. Though, he mused, the sky was still an endless grey sheet pressing down on him, and she was a part of it still.
there are all types of texture that describe a human being. soft, rough, rigid, and even soothing. soothing you ask? how can a texture be soothing? someone’s skin texture can be soothing, i suppose. like her soft soothing lips
The texture of your hair in my dream was nice. I know, you asked, why was I touching it, and I said it was because it was soft but that was only halfway true. It was more than that, I wanted to be closer to you, I wanted to make you feel safe.
texture is a beautiful word. moreover it accompanies an even more beautiful meaning. texture signifies designs, details and inticrate intimacy of an artist and his designs . texture brings out many vivid colors and pictures in our imagination. with it are related with many memories and imaginations,. they may be of our childhood, or perhaps that first sensation of love…
A texture means that something feels. It doesn’t know when your touching it, but you can feel it. It’s bumps, it’s lack of bumps. Gravel’s texture is rough and bumpy. A balloon’s texture is smooth. Pretty much everything has a texture.
She ran her hands over the fabric, her fingers brushing the soft folds wonderingly. She couldn’t see, but she could feel. With these things over her ears, she couldn’t hear anything–feeling was her only outlet. It was amazing what she could hear from that feeling. Her hands trailed to the wood of the table, brushing the knots and intricate grains as she wondered exactly what she’d been missing all this time.
I think of a velvet texture. Or like the texture of the fabric that the middle back seat in mum’s old car was made of. I used to draw things in that fabric with my fingers.
It was a bit bumpy, but in that sort of sticky way. It made me feel sick and somewhat turned on. I couldn’t even see it – the lights were out. A consequence of the storm that was ravaging around us. I just kept feeling it. I couldn’t stop.
the texture was fluffy and was made of wool, it was soft and pleasurable to the touch. Sandpaper is different however, it’s rough. It’s not soft and nice to touch or feel, it’s unforgiving like the sun.
rough smooth fuzzy light soothing hurting
Texture is the way something feels on the surface, such as cloth, food. Even air can have texture is it about to rain, snow how does the sun feel today? Texture of your life? overall impression is it a difficult rough terrain or a pleasant rambling sunny brook? I like the texture of my homemade bread, it says love to my tastebuds. The texture of my shepards coat is rough and coarse but I still love to touch it, she is such a joy to me. Feeling is a powerful sense. I love the sand at the beach running through my fingers.
Ruff smooth sandy soft the word texture means an unbalanced surface,
texture is a beautiful word. moreover it accompnies an even more beautiful meaning. texture signifies designs, details and inticrate intimacy of an artist and his designs . texture brings out many vivid colors and pictures in our imagination. with it are related many memories and imaginations, of our childhood.
He is like a fine painting. Full of depth, color and texture. I love the way he looks at me. the way he touches me and the way his smiles transcends my world.
I felt the magical texture of Sato and I knew he was the one. Legends say that the man with the ragged skull would save the world from all destruction. Now, it is peaceful but we seers can feel there is a great war coming. It is my job to mentor Sato. He is only a 5 year old child now, but soon he will grow up to be a great hero.
His skin, stubbled and rough under my fingers as I caress his jawline. I love it and I want to feel it, feel his chin rubbing against me. But he’s married and my best friend and it’s never to be.
fabric/ soft. rough. clothes. feel. sofas.chairs.upholstery. home furnishings. texture of fabris is important in the right places as it determines the object
What a weird word. The texture of my brother’s skin is so good (: He’s sitting beside me now and getting embarrassed at my compliment. But his skin is as smooth as a .. baby’s ass.
Teehee.
Baby’s ass baby’s ass. Smooth texture ray ^^ Like the compliment?
HAHAHAH. This has got to be the weirdest word ever.
Soft like a fleece, smooth and silky like the cat’s fur. Texture in desserts is so important. Mush foods are generally unappealing, like mashed potatoes, applesauce, and pudding. Adding nuts to a chocolate dessert makes it so much better.
Th feeling of his lips on my own. It was weird. There was no other way to put iy
There were times in those days when people believed in Texture. it was an amazing discovery by the one and true famous Dr. Van Hoff. if it weren’t for him we would not be here in this world today. Texture is simple, it is a concept.
My hands, my writing, I love the way to feel the texture of my hands, of the sking, the way how I touch, and How can i feel the texture of you, of me, of the things I write. Texture, things texture, your texture, my texture.
texture. The texture of jelly was weird. It was light yet squishy. It was soft and and smooth. It had this indescribable feel in my mouth. I decided, I like jelly.
Texture.
She nodded sadly, turning her head so that he wouldn’t see the hurt trembling in her eyes. As she blinked to hold back the flood of tears, she thought to herself that if love were to have a texture, then her relationship would be coarse.
The sand coarse but sweet beneath my feet
Stuck between my toes
And I see you there beside me
Much more than I even know.
But our time will come that you come to tell me
In your sweet and unassuming way
You were always there beside me
And you’ll always be to stay.
I had no idea then,
That day upon the beach
But you came to show me soon
All the things you had to teach.
And that day with you back then
Means so much more to me now
In such a different context.
(texture)
my fingertips upon your skin, my soft hands clawing at your coarse chest hair, the texture of the Egyptian cotton sheets slipping beneath our bodies
Certain surfaces have specific textures. Walls have rough textures that remain me of a time once in my childhood. I used to run along the wall in grandmama’s porch and place my finger along the wall while imagining a different world on the other side.
Life is a canvas. One which we paint for ourselves with bold strokes and vibrant hues. It is a medley of TEXTURES, soft, rough, silky and many more. Our stories lie in this inter-woven fabric, in this potpourri of emotion that is you and I.
Life is a canvas. One which we paint for ourselves with bold strokes and vibrant hues. It is a medley of TEXTURES, soft, rough, silky and many more.
It’s made by a lot of words, it creats a book. You can write everything you want
My fingertips run across that smooth texture of the satin sheets. It’s cold where you once laid. Nothing left but these satin sheets and me.
Cat’s tongues, like life, is prickly and uncomfortable yet so warm and alluring. Nina never understood why she liked them so much.
It was soft and smooth not like i expected at all, my hand just stroked the side of your face, your me, and your father. Your ours.
It felt silky and soft. She couldn’t let it go. She had to have it. As she felt it glide through her fingers and on her body, her senses were overwhelmed. She hadn’t been so happy in weeks.
Finally, the perfect dress for that special occasion.
the texture of an item is important. the softness of an object can make it seem nice, though it can also be a show of something going bad. we trust the texture of an item to show us it’s worth.
Something that has a feel. Your senses detect it and it is mostly your friends. Texture also can be something you think about while chewing food or when you think of an animal like a toad. The texture is thought to be bumpy and slimy
Texture is something which can be felt, It could be of a paper or a piece of cloth or even achocolate! Everything has a texture. It could be hard or soft.
It’s all in between, she said, all in between. Glass tears by the end, all in between. Through the weather-beaten palms and the scabrous brawn. Glass rills, all in between.
The feeling of your hands is like the sandpaper that I learnt about on the Cape, withered and lotionless, and I grip your beard too, it’s spiky and smells nothing like the pine needles forking off from the winter’s branch, you wouldn’t know of that smell anyways, or the feeling of crisp Hallmark wrap unleashing plush pets.
texture is something I think about alot. When i’m putting together an outfit, looking at decorating a house or really making anything attractive.
He felt like the years of matt darkness were finally being buried. Life had a smell, now, a taste, a texture; there was more to it than breathe in, breathe out. Though, he mused, the sky was still an endless grey sheet pressing down on him, and she was a part of it still.
there are all types of texture that describe a human being. soft, rough, rigid, and even soothing. soothing you ask? how can a texture be soothing? someone’s skin texture can be soothing, i suppose. like her soft soothing lips
Life is texture. What’s my texture? Rough, soft, bumpy, sharp?
Who am I? What do my hands feel like? What’s my texture?