There was a woman with lovely long hair sitting at a table, facing away, writing something.

She has lovely hair, and looks as if she knew a thing or two about dreams.

She had a beautiful smile and wonderful dark eyes and lovely black hair.

She ran a hand through her lovely white hair.

He'd be telling her she had lovely hair and a super personality next.

Or was it to show off her lovely hair?

He was human again, all that lovely hair spread around his body.

All that lovely white hair in the sun, my Master's lean thoughtful face, those deep blue eyes.

She hoped that one might eat the duck with the lovely hair.