The bear with the velvetine sweater leapt nimbly from the side of the washing machine. There was only one hope for escape. He had to make it to the garage and out before he was stuffed in there like yesterdays trash. The bear collapsed in a heap.
Jakk
Maybe it was the way the waves fell, maybe it was the hot breeze or the way the sun shone out from behind the clouds- a jaded lover long locked into the aqua sky. I laid there on the quiet beach, buttered with sunscreen, and contemplating the days ahead of me. Dancing under the moon, the air as think and luscious as velvet, with strangers whose body heat certainly turned over other motives. After all the business meeting I’d suffered through running away here hadn’t seemed like such a bad move. Cabo San Lucas was my otherworldly retreat for the moment. It is a sexy, sunny place where libido flows and where it always seems like there is sand stuck to your body or a man on your arm. I could only dread my final day here.
smooth
blue
crushed as in the sea or silk
unblemished, soft, downy,
untarnished
deer horns
liquid eyes
ephipanies
aya M
By the time you read this, your silky, velvety skin will be out of my thoughts for good. Never again will my pillow be conquered by you or the blankets stolen from my grasp. Had your heart been as open as your mind it could have been coated with the fabric of love.
Her skin feels like velvet, the fabric runs through my fingers as my grip loosens. There is a dull thud when the sheet hits the floor and I wonder how a velvet bed spread can bleed.
Popov
velvet smooth like the velveteen rabbit. something soft to hold tight to. but the velveteen rabbit was real and alive even though we didn’t know. i can’t really remember the story. it was my mom’s favorite when she was young but never really mine.
Smooth, Soft, Butter on Skin, Luxurious.
Your velvet touch, your velvet eyes, soothing the touch of lonliness.
The burn of solemnity.
Oh how I love that touch, the closeness.
Together and forever, Velvet.
I went to the movies once and there was a vevlet rope. And I knocked down the whole line of ropes and my Mom made me pick them up, and I made sure NEVER to touch them again. That’s my story.
two ways to feel how so
one, unlikely
the other, still perfect
i don’t mind
i fly low these days, too
cory
velvet is soft and smooth. i used to have a pillow covered in velvet and it was the softest thing ever, it was beautiful and maroon, i would fall asleep on it all the time when I was little. nice memories of that velvet pillow. I think my mom found it in our attic or something, maybe it was my grandma, i don’t remember. anyway, it was a pretty great pillow.
Grace W
The colour velvet is a light colour, often associated with the female gender as it is considered beautiful. It is also a very soft material used in clothing and other accessories.
Acheronthewolf
well when i think of this, i think of the picture of dorian gray. what a great novel. oscar wilde, you have my heart :) ahhh, aestheticism… that is all i have to say
cory
The velvet crush felt so soft and lovely underneath my searching, curios fingertips. I miss you. This velvet-lined book reminds me of you, because you are both soft. And lovely. And the soft, crushed red is like your cherry lips when you kissed too hard.
Alina
Velvet? What kind of word is that? I have all of these things on my mind, and now I’m thinking about velvet?! Well, its soft.. I guess. Um, smooth. Like, a kiss. Or a soft embrace, Because the hopeless romantic I am, those are the things that come to mind.
Tay
Velvet teddy bear
Glaring at me
With it’s cold, black eyes
What does it want?
I was going to the mall the other day when I saw the most lush velvet jacket in the window. I thought where could this gorgeous jacket have come from when a mysterious woman approached me.
Allison
Her skin was velvet to the touch.
No emotion, no words appraised when I touched her.
I didn’t realize until I had felt, that her velvet was all I had ever wanted.
Her skin was soft.
With my calloused hands, I rubbed that velvet.
I’ve never felt so engrossed, so captivated by an individual.
From that moment, all I have wanted…was velvet.
Our baby’s skin, I’d imagine, would be velvet, like hers.
His hair, coarse like mine.
All I would ever want for him would be velvet.
Alexa H
velvet is a material. Usually dresses are made out of velvet. I had a green plaid dress with a velvet bow on the back. My daughter has a red plaid dress with black velvet trim.
a dress that is pretty for christmas. red. or green for a little girl. elvis has blue vlevet shoes. nope those were suede. I think there is something called blue velvet . . . maybe alcohol. can’t remember but something is called blue velvet. either way it’s usually in reference to a dress or some kind of clothing. A kind or Queen would also were a velvet cape. It’s warm. I had some velvet pants once, they were black and dressy. I wore them
amy
purple flower pretty soft red cake
Rachel
velvet is the thing u cover your books with. it is a stylish cover and has a soft touch. Its one of the fine touches like the feel of the aber combie fitch shirt.
sri vikram
Her dress, velvet, brushes against me. Her cheek does the same. Both of these textures. Perfection.
Mel
Velvet, satin dress. Walking as if gliding on air. Soft, lingering scent. Warm, summer air.
Silky. Feels luxurious on my skin. Reminds me of classiness and vintage. Old photographs spread across the wall. Bring to mind comforts like memories, and the smell of baking bread. Home, family, and friends.
Hannah
his velvet skin was always his most beautiful feature, that and his chilled blue eyes. When I stared at him it was impossible to feel comfortable and secure. I wanted him, yet I hated him. I was awed by such beauty but I was violently envious. I wanted to know what it was like to be loved by this creature and I wanted to destroy him and make him miserable. These were the things his beauty brought out in me and I was left dizzy and confused.
Banana
The velvet plush underneath my fingers felt soft as my head exploded with Pain. It was darkness all around me and i didn’t know what to think, so i began to feel around my confine, it was a very tight enclosed area. What happened? I groaned as my head moved to a throb.
Chaos_Valentine
She watched the red velvet cake pass her by on the rotating dessert platter. It couldn’t be helped. It just wasn’t her time to get the red velvet. Maybe it would come around again another time. Maybe she wasn’t thinking about the cake, but instead about boys…
Jackie
Soft and furry is what describes it. Don’t pet it too roughly or it’ll break.
As her words dripped from her lips like velvet sheets along my skin, I shuddered to think what my words tasted like. My words bitter and terse; I did not deserve such eloquence.
I have a panther pillow that feels velvety- sort of. He’s wonderful, you’d think I was six years old the way I bring him everywhere with me if I’ve got to sleep somewhere other than my house. He’s got old whiskers that are bent in all different directions, but his fur is still lovely to cuddle.
Kristin
As her words dripped from her lips like velvet sheets along my skin, I shuddered to think what the words tasted like. Bitter and terse, I did not deserve such eloquence.
red, tasty. I like cake. ITs very tasty and sweet. Im talking about it because of red velvet cake. I have always wondered if red velvet cake was ment for royalty because its red.
Hayden
Velvet… This is an intresting word. It makes me think of sex for some reason, and I have no idea why. Hmmm, now I’m wondering why. Oh well. I had a red velvet dress when I was a kid.
velvet soft, just like it’s name… Red velvet cake. It’s late, and we are at the diner. What do you want? he asks? I sigh. Whatever you want. We do end up sharing the Red Velvet Cake, along with a discussion of what it’s made of. At least it’s something to talk about.
Velvet is soft…usually purple…not sure why. It can also be a rabbit. Velvet feels great against a person’s skin. Writing about one word is kind of difficult. You would think it would be easier…
Jeremy Dean
shoes.
steppin all ova my bluesss
clues
you know that dog be pretty cooo
blue
he be gettin them hoes
magenta
Elvis. What more is there than those terrible velvet Elvis pictures from the 70s? I don’t remember much more art on velvet, although my mother tried to dress me in a velvet dress – once…
The bear with the velvetine sweater leapt nimbly from the side of the washing machine. There was only one hope for escape. He had to make it to the garage and out before he was stuffed in there like yesterdays trash. The bear collapsed in a heap.
Maybe it was the way the waves fell, maybe it was the hot breeze or the way the sun shone out from behind the clouds- a jaded lover long locked into the aqua sky. I laid there on the quiet beach, buttered with sunscreen, and contemplating the days ahead of me. Dancing under the moon, the air as think and luscious as velvet, with strangers whose body heat certainly turned over other motives. After all the business meeting I’d suffered through running away here hadn’t seemed like such a bad move. Cabo San Lucas was my otherworldly retreat for the moment. It is a sexy, sunny place where libido flows and where it always seems like there is sand stuck to your body or a man on your arm. I could only dread my final day here.
smooth
blue
crushed as in the sea or silk
unblemished, soft, downy,
untarnished
deer horns
liquid eyes
ephipanies
By the time you read this, your silky, velvety skin will be out of my thoughts for good. Never again will my pillow be conquered by you or the blankets stolen from my grasp. Had your heart been as open as your mind it could have been coated with the fabric of love.
Her skin feels like velvet, the fabric runs through my fingers as my grip loosens. There is a dull thud when the sheet hits the floor and I wonder how a velvet bed spread can bleed.
velvet smooth like the velveteen rabbit. something soft to hold tight to. but the velveteen rabbit was real and alive even though we didn’t know. i can’t really remember the story. it was my mom’s favorite when she was young but never really mine.
Smooth, Soft, Butter on Skin, Luxurious.
Your velvet touch, your velvet eyes, soothing the touch of lonliness.
The burn of solemnity.
Oh how I love that touch, the closeness.
Together and forever, Velvet.
I went to the movies once and there was a vevlet rope. And I knocked down the whole line of ropes and my Mom made me pick them up, and I made sure NEVER to touch them again. That’s my story.
two ways to feel how so
one, unlikely
the other, still perfect
i don’t mind
i fly low these days, too
velvet is soft and smooth. i used to have a pillow covered in velvet and it was the softest thing ever, it was beautiful and maroon, i would fall asleep on it all the time when I was little. nice memories of that velvet pillow. I think my mom found it in our attic or something, maybe it was my grandma, i don’t remember. anyway, it was a pretty great pillow.
The colour velvet is a light colour, often associated with the female gender as it is considered beautiful. It is also a very soft material used in clothing and other accessories.
well when i think of this, i think of the picture of dorian gray. what a great novel. oscar wilde, you have my heart :) ahhh, aestheticism… that is all i have to say
The velvet crush felt so soft and lovely underneath my searching, curios fingertips. I miss you. This velvet-lined book reminds me of you, because you are both soft. And lovely. And the soft, crushed red is like your cherry lips when you kissed too hard.
Velvet? What kind of word is that? I have all of these things on my mind, and now I’m thinking about velvet?! Well, its soft.. I guess. Um, smooth. Like, a kiss. Or a soft embrace, Because the hopeless romantic I am, those are the things that come to mind.
Velvet teddy bear
Glaring at me
With it’s cold, black eyes
What does it want?
I was going to the mall the other day when I saw the most lush velvet jacket in the window. I thought where could this gorgeous jacket have come from when a mysterious woman approached me.
Her skin was velvet to the touch.
No emotion, no words appraised when I touched her.
I didn’t realize until I had felt, that her velvet was all I had ever wanted.
Her skin was soft.
With my calloused hands, I rubbed that velvet.
I’ve never felt so engrossed, so captivated by an individual.
From that moment, all I have wanted…was velvet.
Our baby’s skin, I’d imagine, would be velvet, like hers.
His hair, coarse like mine.
All I would ever want for him would be velvet.
velvet is a material. Usually dresses are made out of velvet. I had a green plaid dress with a velvet bow on the back. My daughter has a red plaid dress with black velvet trim.
a dress that is pretty for christmas. red. or green for a little girl. elvis has blue vlevet shoes. nope those were suede. I think there is something called blue velvet . . . maybe alcohol. can’t remember but something is called blue velvet. either way it’s usually in reference to a dress or some kind of clothing. A kind or Queen would also were a velvet cape. It’s warm. I had some velvet pants once, they were black and dressy. I wore them
purple flower pretty soft red cake
velvet is the thing u cover your books with. it is a stylish cover and has a soft touch. Its one of the fine touches like the feel of the aber combie fitch shirt.
Her dress, velvet, brushes against me. Her cheek does the same. Both of these textures. Perfection.
Velvet, satin dress. Walking as if gliding on air. Soft, lingering scent. Warm, summer air.
velvet underwear. sounds strange but also strangely comforting and soft. i can almost feel the velvet. so soft and flexible.
Soft.
Silky. Feels luxurious on my skin. Reminds me of classiness and vintage. Old photographs spread across the wall. Bring to mind comforts like memories, and the smell of baking bread. Home, family, and friends.
his velvet skin was always his most beautiful feature, that and his chilled blue eyes. When I stared at him it was impossible to feel comfortable and secure. I wanted him, yet I hated him. I was awed by such beauty but I was violently envious. I wanted to know what it was like to be loved by this creature and I wanted to destroy him and make him miserable. These were the things his beauty brought out in me and I was left dizzy and confused.
The velvet plush underneath my fingers felt soft as my head exploded with Pain. It was darkness all around me and i didn’t know what to think, so i began to feel around my confine, it was a very tight enclosed area. What happened? I groaned as my head moved to a throb.
She watched the red velvet cake pass her by on the rotating dessert platter. It couldn’t be helped. It just wasn’t her time to get the red velvet. Maybe it would come around again another time. Maybe she wasn’t thinking about the cake, but instead about boys…
Soft and furry is what describes it. Don’t pet it too roughly or it’ll break.
As her words dripped from her lips like velvet sheets along my skin, I shuddered to think what my words tasted like. My words bitter and terse; I did not deserve such eloquence.
I have a panther pillow that feels velvety- sort of. He’s wonderful, you’d think I was six years old the way I bring him everywhere with me if I’ve got to sleep somewhere other than my house. He’s got old whiskers that are bent in all different directions, but his fur is still lovely to cuddle.
As her words dripped from her lips like velvet sheets along my skin, I shuddered to think what the words tasted like. Bitter and terse, I did not deserve such eloquence.
red, tasty. I like cake. ITs very tasty and sweet. Im talking about it because of red velvet cake. I have always wondered if red velvet cake was ment for royalty because its red.
Velvet… This is an intresting word. It makes me think of sex for some reason, and I have no idea why. Hmmm, now I’m wondering why. Oh well. I had a red velvet dress when I was a kid.
velvet soft, just like it’s name… Red velvet cake. It’s late, and we are at the diner. What do you want? he asks? I sigh. Whatever you want. We do end up sharing the Red Velvet Cake, along with a discussion of what it’s made of. At least it’s something to talk about.
Velvet is soft…usually purple…not sure why. It can also be a rabbit. Velvet feels great against a person’s skin. Writing about one word is kind of difficult. You would think it would be easier…
shoes.
steppin all ova my bluesss
clues
you know that dog be pretty cooo
blue
he be gettin them hoes
magenta
Elvis. What more is there than those terrible velvet Elvis pictures from the 70s? I don’t remember much more art on velvet, although my mother tried to dress me in a velvet dress – once…