It was a small current, nothing one could feel against bare flesh.

They lay bare flesh against the mean teeth of the moving steps.

And he cupped one of his hands over the bare flesh.

That, too, was a man's, though higher and cold as the touch of metal on bare flesh.

He let his fingers linger on the bare flesh of her back.

He began to slash at the bare flesh of the dead man's legs and arms.

She felt the fire of his lips upon her bare flesh, just a touch.

It was not quite like touching the stone with his bare flesh.

She moved closer to him, pressed against his bare flesh.

When he reached out toward her, his hand brushed warm, bare flesh.