softer than a baby’s bottom
as you caress my thigh and shin
I can’t help but think these sheets
are most certainly meant for hiding in
Felicia
Silk worms are plentiful this year. In every tree on our block they reside. Silk like the silk road, in Asia from where China traded if I remember my 6th grade history correctly. Then theres the silk that silk worms make, again China, leading producer.
So soft and it comes out of a worms rear end. who knew? I always thought silk was fancy but I don’t even like it. It feels scratchy and awful on my skin, and silk sheets are totally overrated. Silk comes from Asia.
Jessica
silk makes me think of the early 1920’s when many people had luxury and extravogence before industry took over and mass production ruled theres so much less quality in todays world
Silk satin robes lined the room. I touched each soft fabric in my hand as i passed by. My mother called to me as i reached out and grabbed the bright red one. I fell in love with fashion.
Maykela
stockings.. parachutes.. silk worms.. the silk road.. east/west trade.. world crossroads.
tom kimberly
silk reminds me of spiderwebs. then i think about how they spend hours everyday building them. and how easily they can get knocked down. sometimes its not even by accident. they work so hard, for nothing.
lacey
The flowing silk gown glided off of her body as it pooled on the floor. The soft moon light reflected gently off the vivid red surface as the garment lay discarded and forgotten.
Gabby
Silk is soft on my skin, like a gentle kiss blowing in the breeze. I wish to have silk on my skin at this moment, so as to feel its gentle touch caress my skin. Silk is water of the fabrics and teasure of the clothing.
Denell Nawrocki
i miss his hands. so rough in some places and yet smooth like silk, as they glided over my skin, drawing me into him. i miss him so much it hurts. what i would give to feel his skin again.
It all seemed smooth as silk, the way we are, the way things are going, everything was easy… our love was… easy. Amazing how just one simple thing can make things rougher than raw wool, how insecurities can set in, communication can break down taking our friendship and love from silk… to wool.
ace
Silk is very nice on your skin, I have a lamb doll that I’ve had since I was a baby, at one point the doll had silk but as it became older the silk has grown old, and now you can feel the smoothness you would have if you bought a new one now. I still have the doll in my room, and it’s one of my most prized possessions.
Tiffany Anglesio
We watch it fall like water into a bowl. It shone from the moon and when the rain started falling all we could do was stare as the stains formed permanent marks on the iridescent material.
Emma
caterpillars in a garden with the sun shining in. the sun is warm and a nice tint covers the scenery. cobblestones flowers and water fountains
daphne
I had silk bedsheets once. Some people don’t like them but I do. Does that make me different? Perhaps.
MeredithO17
silk
silky skin
calluses
guitar
music
dancing
feet
nail polish
beauty
betrayal
heart broken
crying
bedroom
sheets
silk
Blue
Silk is beautiful. I can feel it slithering across my skin as I put it through my fingers to my face. I love this feelings. It makes me feel like when I was little and my mother’s silk dresses. Or the pjs she would get me to sleep in. I absolutely adore that feeling. It is always so cool. No matter how much you touch it, it never feels hot. I would rather be cold.
Corinne
smooth and soft, it is simply wonderful how exotic something can be. it flows like water, turning everything it touches into something beautiful. regal simplicity. how the world should be.
Karyn Roe
Hmm, for some strange terrible reason my first thought was silk boxers. ugh. too much Supernatural. Now what else is silky? Cake sometimes ! That’s be nice now. I like silky hair. Yeahiwantaboyfriendgirlfriendwithsilkyhair I think.
Silk is beautiful. I can feel it slithering across my skin as I put it through my fingers to my face. I love this feelings. It makes me feel like when I was little and my mother’s silk dresses. Or the pjs she would get me to sleep in. I absolutely adore that feeling.
Corinne
I love soy milk. Some people think its unnatural. But it’s so yummy…
seda. seda como tu piel. seda como tus ojos. como tu mirada. así, seda. suave, cálida. tu mirada es cálida. y hermosa. tus ojos, tu luz, tu risa. suave, suave como la seda.
cris
silk pillows ensure a night of sleep doesn’t frizz your hair
or is that satin?
it could also be sateen
there are many imitation blends
what is the line between blends
my mother had fabric for a Thai silk wedding gown
she couldn’t be assed to sew it.
She didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling. It hurt, kind of, but not the sharp pain that goes with a specific struggle. This was worse, it was an unidentified detachment. She decided that the best thing might be to get some air, so she decided to walk to Walgreens, and buy a bag of raspberry dark chocolates. She walked as she ate them, one by one, looking up at the stars shining against the industrial backdrop of her tiny town.
I made my bed today, with nothing running through my mind. I threw the silk blanket over my sheets, preparing for the warmth it would soon bring me. I decided to have some milk and cookies before going to bed. Silky, white milk and crunchy, chocolate chip cookies.
Jessica Fleisher
She didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling. It hurt, kind of, but not the sharp pain that goes with a specific struggle. This was worse, it was an unidentified detachment. She decided that the best thing might be to get some air, so she decided to walk to Walgreens, and buy a bag of raspberry dark chocolates. She walked as she ate them, one by one, looking up at the stars shining against the industrial backdrop of Raign.
when my hair was longer and had just been relaxed and washed my gramma used to say it looked like silk. it didn’t really. it was just straight and free from everything for a few moments. since then i have chosen to stray away from the traditional black hair care products and styles and just let it be. it’s never been better. i do what i want when i want and how i want. i love it.
The silk on her dress rubbed against her legs and then floated away from her body in the wind. It was one of those days that was pure sensation and joy.
I felt the silk fabric slip through my fingers. It was just like my life, falling through my hands. I couldn’t grasp it. I couldn’t pull it together and keep a hold of everything going on. I could hear the swishing of the silk as it fell. There was nothing there to catch it anymore. Everything amazing eventually falls through, and this time nothing stopped it. The silk fell to the floor slithering into a little ball and becoming wrinkled. Nothing will ever be able to make it back to the perfect smoothness it used to be…it was permanently wrinkled.
silk is sucha an amazing and soft fabric. oh how i love silk. silk milk good for the soul! yum yum yum! silk worms, they make the silk fabric.woah now thats smooth
Christine
Smooth silky cotton fabric flowing on the skin blue and shining. Folds and droops down. Artsy and colorful.
Debbie
The silky soft feel of my dress. Today is a special day. My first ball. I hope to be asked to dance many times, but if not I hope I at least have a nice time.
Ninan
Cold hard blocks of cement; tree trunks, with rippled bark that rubs the arms red; spiny dry pine needles piercing your feet as you walk; abrasive denim chaffing away the skin.
silk is comfy its fancy but its also very delicate and sensitive. treat it with care, and youll have a beautiful piece of cloth forhowever long you take care of it. if you dont, then youll have a run or a wet stain on it and it will be ruined forever. silk is has its own levelof care.
mariya
The smoothness of my grandmother’s silk scarf enchanted me as child. Now, I am holding it in my hands, staring at it’s aquamarine sheen. Running my fingers over the yellow, embroidered edges. All I feel is loss.
Moe
silky pajamas are really nice. i used to have a night gown that was red with buttons that was mom’s but i have no idea where it went. i have gramma britas silk night gown too. i love silky jammies. silk worms make silk. that’s so weird, i wonder how they do that. i wish i could produce silk from my butthole, like them. silk is langeray? i dont know how to spell that. boobobobobobooboboboobobob goop
Olivia
buttery gold, the most beautiful surface i have ever laid my hand across, so precious. Like velvet , it reminds me of a simpler time, an easy niceness
JOn
ummmm silk
is soy milk
in a carton
in a vegan’s fridge
personally
i don’t like it
it doesn’t taste like real milk
why should i settle? i want real milk in my cereal
not fucking fabric
RAZ
smooth supple lush. A woman rests her red toes on the side of a great white bath. overflowing with bubbles. she is bubbly on champagne. a turned over wine flute, her pink silk robe hang on the bathroom door left ajar
krystal
Silk. Smooth. The feeling of being calm and serene. Like the way a lake looks at sunset once it settles. The slight waves look like silk on the surface, shining and sparkling in the twilight.
softer than a baby’s bottom
as you caress my thigh and shin
I can’t help but think these sheets
are most certainly meant for hiding in
Silk worms are plentiful this year. In every tree on our block they reside. Silk like the silk road, in Asia from where China traded if I remember my 6th grade history correctly. Then theres the silk that silk worms make, again China, leading producer.
So soft and it comes out of a worms rear end. who knew? I always thought silk was fancy but I don’t even like it. It feels scratchy and awful on my skin, and silk sheets are totally overrated. Silk comes from Asia.
silk makes me think of the early 1920’s when many people had luxury and extravogence before industry took over and mass production ruled theres so much less quality in todays world
Silk satin robes lined the room. I touched each soft fabric in my hand as i passed by. My mother called to me as i reached out and grabbed the bright red one. I fell in love with fashion.
stockings.. parachutes.. silk worms.. the silk road.. east/west trade.. world crossroads.
silk reminds me of spiderwebs. then i think about how they spend hours everyday building them. and how easily they can get knocked down. sometimes its not even by accident. they work so hard, for nothing.
The flowing silk gown glided off of her body as it pooled on the floor. The soft moon light reflected gently off the vivid red surface as the garment lay discarded and forgotten.
Silk is soft on my skin, like a gentle kiss blowing in the breeze. I wish to have silk on my skin at this moment, so as to feel its gentle touch caress my skin. Silk is water of the fabrics and teasure of the clothing.
i miss his hands. so rough in some places and yet smooth like silk, as they glided over my skin, drawing me into him. i miss him so much it hurts. what i would give to feel his skin again.
It all seemed smooth as silk, the way we are, the way things are going, everything was easy… our love was… easy. Amazing how just one simple thing can make things rougher than raw wool, how insecurities can set in, communication can break down taking our friendship and love from silk… to wool.
Silk is very nice on your skin, I have a lamb doll that I’ve had since I was a baby, at one point the doll had silk but as it became older the silk has grown old, and now you can feel the smoothness you would have if you bought a new one now. I still have the doll in my room, and it’s one of my most prized possessions.
We watch it fall like water into a bowl. It shone from the moon and when the rain started falling all we could do was stare as the stains formed permanent marks on the iridescent material.
caterpillars in a garden with the sun shining in. the sun is warm and a nice tint covers the scenery. cobblestones flowers and water fountains
I had silk bedsheets once. Some people don’t like them but I do. Does that make me different? Perhaps.
silk
silky skin
calluses
guitar
music
dancing
feet
nail polish
beauty
betrayal
heart broken
crying
bedroom
sheets
silk
Silk is beautiful. I can feel it slithering across my skin as I put it through my fingers to my face. I love this feelings. It makes me feel like when I was little and my mother’s silk dresses. Or the pjs she would get me to sleep in. I absolutely adore that feeling. It is always so cool. No matter how much you touch it, it never feels hot. I would rather be cold.
smooth and soft, it is simply wonderful how exotic something can be. it flows like water, turning everything it touches into something beautiful. regal simplicity. how the world should be.
Hmm, for some strange terrible reason my first thought was silk boxers. ugh. too much Supernatural. Now what else is silky? Cake sometimes ! That’s be nice now. I like silky hair. Yeahiwantaboyfriendgirlfriendwithsilkyhair I think.
Silk is beautiful. I can feel it slithering across my skin as I put it through my fingers to my face. I love this feelings. It makes me feel like when I was little and my mother’s silk dresses. Or the pjs she would get me to sleep in. I absolutely adore that feeling.
I love soy milk. Some people think its unnatural. But it’s so yummy…
seda. seda como tu piel. seda como tus ojos. como tu mirada. así, seda. suave, cálida. tu mirada es cálida. y hermosa. tus ojos, tu luz, tu risa. suave, suave como la seda.
silk pillows ensure a night of sleep doesn’t frizz your hair
or is that satin?
it could also be sateen
there are many imitation blends
what is the line between blends
my mother had fabric for a Thai silk wedding gown
she couldn’t be assed to sew it.
She didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling. It hurt, kind of, but not the sharp pain that goes with a specific struggle. This was worse, it was an unidentified detachment. She decided that the best thing might be to get some air, so she decided to walk to Walgreens, and buy a bag of raspberry dark chocolates. She walked as she ate them, one by one, looking up at the stars shining against the industrial backdrop of her tiny town.
I made my bed today, with nothing running through my mind. I threw the silk blanket over my sheets, preparing for the warmth it would soon bring me. I decided to have some milk and cookies before going to bed. Silky, white milk and crunchy, chocolate chip cookies.
She didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling. It hurt, kind of, but not the sharp pain that goes with a specific struggle. This was worse, it was an unidentified detachment. She decided that the best thing might be to get some air, so she decided to walk to Walgreens, and buy a bag of raspberry dark chocolates. She walked as she ate them, one by one, looking up at the stars shining against the industrial backdrop of Raign.
when my hair was longer and had just been relaxed and washed my gramma used to say it looked like silk. it didn’t really. it was just straight and free from everything for a few moments. since then i have chosen to stray away from the traditional black hair care products and styles and just let it be. it’s never been better. i do what i want when i want and how i want. i love it.
The silk on her dress rubbed against her legs and then floated away from her body in the wind. It was one of those days that was pure sensation and joy.
I felt the silk fabric slip through my fingers. It was just like my life, falling through my hands. I couldn’t grasp it. I couldn’t pull it together and keep a hold of everything going on. I could hear the swishing of the silk as it fell. There was nothing there to catch it anymore. Everything amazing eventually falls through, and this time nothing stopped it. The silk fell to the floor slithering into a little ball and becoming wrinkled. Nothing will ever be able to make it back to the perfect smoothness it used to be…it was permanently wrinkled.
silk is sucha an amazing and soft fabric. oh how i love silk. silk milk good for the soul! yum yum yum! silk worms, they make the silk fabric.woah now thats smooth
Smooth silky cotton fabric flowing on the skin blue and shining. Folds and droops down. Artsy and colorful.
The silky soft feel of my dress. Today is a special day. My first ball. I hope to be asked to dance many times, but if not I hope I at least have a nice time.
Cold hard blocks of cement; tree trunks, with rippled bark that rubs the arms red; spiny dry pine needles piercing your feet as you walk; abrasive denim chaffing away the skin.
silk is comfy its fancy but its also very delicate and sensitive. treat it with care, and youll have a beautiful piece of cloth forhowever long you take care of it. if you dont, then youll have a run or a wet stain on it and it will be ruined forever. silk is has its own levelof care.
The smoothness of my grandmother’s silk scarf enchanted me as child. Now, I am holding it in my hands, staring at it’s aquamarine sheen. Running my fingers over the yellow, embroidered edges. All I feel is loss.
silky pajamas are really nice. i used to have a night gown that was red with buttons that was mom’s but i have no idea where it went. i have gramma britas silk night gown too. i love silky jammies. silk worms make silk. that’s so weird, i wonder how they do that. i wish i could produce silk from my butthole, like them. silk is langeray? i dont know how to spell that. boobobobobobooboboboobobob goop
buttery gold, the most beautiful surface i have ever laid my hand across, so precious. Like velvet , it reminds me of a simpler time, an easy niceness
ummmm silk
is soy milk
in a carton
in a vegan’s fridge
personally
i don’t like it
it doesn’t taste like real milk
why should i settle? i want real milk in my cereal
not fucking fabric
smooth supple lush. A woman rests her red toes on the side of a great white bath. overflowing with bubbles. she is bubbly on champagne. a turned over wine flute, her pink silk robe hang on the bathroom door left ajar
Silk. Smooth. The feeling of being calm and serene. Like the way a lake looks at sunset once it settles. The slight waves look like silk on the surface, shining and sparkling in the twilight.