Kitty arranged her hair more loosely than was Michael's preference, letting the curls spill freely where they would.

Luxi pulled her hair out from under her and let the red curls spill to the ground.

Thick glossy curls spilled to his shoulders, a mixture of gold, bronze, and copper, with silver at the temples.

Two curls had spilled onto his forehead.

Her curls spilled over his lap like a gleaming shroud as he tried to staunch her bleeding with his bare hands.

He was a big red-faced man stuffed into overalls and a Levi's jacket; white curls spilled from under his cap, and a lacing of broken blood vessels webbed his cheeks.

He cradled his head on his outstretched arm, letting all those black curls spill along the white of the couch.

He can die . . . Kory's golden curls spilled over his pillow and half over his face.

Her tousled curls spilled about her face and she was pinching her luscious lower lip, deep in thought.

Lian reached behind her head and yanked the hair-tie out, letting her curls spill loose about her shoulders.