And 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 StormThe things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.
When You Are Engulfed in FlamesI 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