He pushed his wild curls back from his face.

Its hair grew as mine did, the same curls and twists, wild and tangled.

Her glorious hair was in wild curls about her face and shoulders.

Her hair, unlike Jules's, was a soft brown and didn't fly about her head in wild curls.

Her hair hung around her face in wild curls and tangles.

His interest in her was further fueled by her wild black curls and broad smile.

All those wild curls, and it was still as soft as duck down.

Her hair was brushed into wild curls, and for the first time, Randolph saw her as a girl and nothing else.

She had forgotten to add the last touch - wild yellow curls of fried rice noodles.

The best stylists in the world couldn't tame her wild red curls.