Tossing his silken hair back, he gave her a crooked grin.

She leaned toward him, so that her silken hair brushed his shoulder.

The palm of that hand was covered with fine black silken hair.

She was a beautiful child with her mother's fine bone structure and her father's black silken hair.

She flipped her long, silken hair off one shoulder.

The silence seemed to stir the silken hairs at the back of her neck.

Except for the wash of it still caught in silken hair.

It is said that she found great delight in brushing his long silken hair.

Slowly he reversed the movement, this time along the inside, his hand coming to rest against soft, silken hair.

A great mass of silken hair brushed my face.