The article "In Praise of Satin -- Wordy Pleasures in Mind inDeed! - Sheets
of fun or just Fun in sheets?" talks about home accessories, it has been released by Julian Pollock.
Stain exudes such wonderful images and connotations that it
seems to have transcended its own meaning.
From this point,
perhaps sensual is one of the better descriptions one can find,
though of course, there is endless possibilities of its use for
conveying such a fascinating variety of over and undertones.
Onomatopoeia-cally pronouncing, the word epitomizes, conveys,
abounds with that slithery sound of scintillating seduction, so
smoothly stroking the senses as it swishes around savoring those
saucy secret seconds that strengthen the soft sequences with a
silky suave-icity sweetly secreting its soulful sound saturating
this scribe with solicitously sinewy baloney ...Need I say more!
And I seem to have covered a fair few synonyms at the same time.
Imagery invoked from a few moments of thinking allows one to
daydream the night away with fanciful fantasies of frolicking in
fields of fern in a feeling frenzy of fearlessness fused with
...(OK, I know when to stop...Well, maybe?)
Satin hits you with its moods of regality, opulence, or just
downright "I'm in the mood" flashing billboard or banner. It is
thoroughly expressive, exploding on ones senses in a way that
you just wouldn't normally suspect from a piece of cloth.
Then
again it contradicts itself with that impressively delicate
quality of smooth feminine softness lounging three exquisitely
in such relaxed pose.
It reassures you and soothingly opens you
to its timeless side of passive restfulness.
As trimming on ones cot bedding is often where one first comes
into contact with this motherly materail.
It took away the rough
edges of life -- a bodily knowledge grasped when young minds'
concepts were still blenedd like baby foods; even earlier still,
as one climbed ones mother's mountains and nestled into those
nurturing nipples. Woe there!
-- Who knows what subconscious
powers this tantalizing textile has over us?
As lingerie, which woman would not succumb to that satinicity
gently guarding her erogenous charms?
As pajamas, could anyone wish for more erotic pampering?
As bedding, who couldn't slumber soundly surrounded with such
exotic coverings?
As furnishings, would no-one stand for satin slipcover seats?
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