"Love to eat hair pie, but I hate to pick all those hairs from my teeth"

D.H. Lawrence in Lady Chatterley's Lover: "But his silence was fathomless. His hands held her like flowers, so still and strange. "Where are you?" she whispered to him. "Where are you? Speak to me! Say something to me!"

He raised his head from her hair pie, murmuring: "Ay, my lass!"

When watching a slow sexual scene in which one might yearn for pornograpy one would say:

"come on, we want some hair pie, pan down, bush"

Her hair pie was so full, even her grannie panties could not contain it.

Tyrone decided on dessert after having sex with Takeshia. He ate Takeshia's hair pie

"Oh my god I got like, three hair pies last night dude!"