silken

Her voice was silken too, just as he remembered it.

His voice was silken whispers in the small hours of night.

Then the hand released him, and back into his silken water he fell.

Now between her and the air was nothing but the silken curtains.

Sometimes there might be a silken cat high in a window.

Her hair lay like a silken web over his arm.

On the other hand, just one silken pillow would have been welcome.

And she wanted nothing more at this moment than to touch them, to feel the silken wood under her hand.

He watched the rise and fall of her silken dress.

"It is a silken imprisonment, and one many would not find difficult."

I pulled up a silken cover over her, something full of the French flowers.

The palm of that hand was covered with fine black silken hair.

The same deep, silken voice that he had just this moment past heard break, ever so slightly, with fear.

Silken smooth she was, and soft in all the right places.

Then he stretched out to rest on the silken shore.

Except for the wash of it still caught in silken hair.

A fine black silken evening gown on the bed waiting for me.

Even the quilt on the bed had a silken covering.

Almost immediately, he heard the silken whisper: Put me on.

Through the silken fabric I could see nothing more than shadows.

His voice was silken, like the voice of a young woman.

At the far end, behind a silken rope barrier, was the place for the rest of us.

Kept in a silken bag, it did not function except when taken out and used.

I felt it probe down inside me like a silken snake.

They live in a silken tube between tied green leaves.