//velvet
VELVET a velvet voice, soft and lush, golden, silken,
silk velvet thin and crushed snow at dusk, velvet, white
rosy cheeks, sparkling smiles, tartan skirts
scarlet’s curtains, green dress
black velvet suit
velvety skin, cat, sand, the sand was velvet on bare feet, the water warm and wet. get, set winter sunset
velvet hot, dusty, icky like movie blue velvet
I do not want a dress of velvet
I’d rather a dress of silk
I like velour warm up suits
they feel like velvet but are washable
sherbet
brochette
green velvet broccolli on a brochette
red silk tomatoes and peppers
velvet leaves me cold
Velvet is my golden cat,
velvet the pale gold sand where he walks,
velvet the balmy night air
where the breeze that stirs the trees.
velvet the water, warm and wet
where I put his combed-out fleas,
the sound of velvet is his purr.
He purrs and sniffs at pink hawhorne buds and blooms
and the chill breeze riffs his velvet fur.
The sound of velvet
made by God is my gol When velvet sounds, it
sounds like my golden cat’s purr
like the softest fur.
The sound of velvet
is a purring cat, like my
gold cat with soft fur.
The sound of falling
snow, the fireside purr of
a cat.
A purring cat is
velvet you can hear as he
lies, velvet, by you.
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