“love is a hawk with velvet clawslove is a rock with heart and veinslove is a lion with satin jawslove is a storm with silken reins”
“We cannot rein wild horses with silken braids.”
“Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.”
“Against these turbid turquoise skiesThe light and luminous blloonsDip and drift like satin moons,Drift like silken butterflies”
“Decadent, rich chocolate; thick, silken, sweet cream; and the coolest breath of satin stroked over quivering skin... He was near...”
“But sometimes, a boat needs to rock; a boat needs to head straight for the heart of a storm and come out on the other side, weather beaten but with flags flying.”