Dark eyes stared up at me from beneath the bald skull.

His bald and massive skull was shining in the dim light of the picture screen.

At full speed crashing his bald skull into the brick wall.

Wisps of white hair lay across a nearly bald, freckled skull.

He has a bald skull rimmed with fluffy grey hair and kind eyes.

His bald skull was not quite the right shape.

The nose was large, slightly hooked, the ears prominent against the bald skull.

It was a large head and a veil of blood streamed down over the face from a wound in the great bald skull.

What went on under that bald skull of his?

He couldn't get over the smooth, somehow sensuous curves of his bald skull.