Priscilla

My baby sister, Priscilla, has hair like clouds.

 Fluffy, wild, and nice to look at. 

Her curls coil and bend like corkscrews. 

The top of her head smells like citrus and coconuts, making you feel like you're on an island filled with pretty flowers and sandy beaches.

 Her curls make her hair look short but when you take a moment to look closer, you can see that they go as far as her tiny little shoulders.

Wild and free like a lion’s mane

 Like the tails of baby piglets on a farm.

 Twirling from the top of her head like a chocolate ice cream swirl.

 Brown like the golden soil in a garden, shining in the sunlight, full of life and riches.

-Ace