Ara
Örnek
The silken petals of the rose felt delicate in her hands.
The silken surface of the marble was cool and flawless under his fingertips.
He ran his fingers through the horse’s silken mane, marveling at its softness.
The silken texture of the lotion left her skin feeling soft and hydrated.
In the quiet corner of the room, the spider spun a silken web.
