He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's into the bowl
1979, Georgianna Bell, Passionate Jade, page 326:
His fingers tore at her maidenhair. Gasping, she recoiled for long enough to allow him entry.
1987, Pierre Clitandre, Cathedral of the August Heat, page 152:
Some said they'd seen her over by Death's-Door, with bloodstains on her dress, which was so white and transparent they were seized with shame and fear at the faint beauty of her breasts and the eternal modesty of her maidenhair.
1989, Robert Solotaroff, Bernard Malamud: A Study of the Short Fiction, page 116:
She grabbed at her maidenhair as the garment eluded her frantic grasp and formed a puddle of cloth at her feet.
2013, John F. Deane, Snow Falling on Chestnut Hill: New and Selected Poems:
She turns and her small breasts are firm in the fading light, the flower of her navel, the darkening delta of her maidenhair and her thighs rising out of the water, the water tiny golden gifts against her skin;