His hair was drying into a tumbled sea of dark waves.

He pulled harder and a dark wave passed over her vision.

What had been dark waves beating on shadows began to change.

For a long instant, we stood staring out at the dark waves.

Then a dark wave comes which they fight off.

Her hair was a wealth of dark waves longer than my own.

And the same dark wave that lifted you, swept me on to follow.

Then a dark red wave rolled in and covered her.

He couldn't see anything except thick, dark waves of smoke.

Such a hard male, but oh, how soft the dark waves were.