He rubbed a silken strand between his fingers.

He saw the roof below sliding away, but he manipulated the silken strands again and it slid back.

It was as if their lives, their energies, were joined by a thin, silken strand of awareness.

Then the silken strand snapped free and contracted.

Slowly he began to stroke the comb through the silken strands.

Her hair is like red gold and finer than the finest silken strands.

As his fingers curled into the silken strands of her auburn hair and removed the pins, he vowed to be gentle.

Gently he disentangled the long silken strands of golden brown from the tent-pole.

The long, silken strands of his hair flowed down her back as he bent to pick her up.

She loved doing that, sifting through the silken strands with her fingers made her feel closer to a man.