I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
Teaching My Mother How to Give BirthAnd he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.
Perfume: The Story of a MurdererThe last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.
Taken by StormI had a dream that I had brown hair…I woke up and ran to the mirror…Phew! I’m still a blonde.
Dreaming is for lovers