He feels the cool flesh of her belly and breast against his shoulder.

I had to fight an urge to kiss the back of her hand, to taste her cool flesh.

My hand slid over his cool flesh, almost without me wanting it to.

I touched his face, feeling the cool flesh that would never be warm again.

His hand was very warm against the cool flesh it conformed to.

At the touch of his cool flesh, I shivered, remembering.

He took my hands in his, pressed them against the cool flesh of his chest.

She is cool, passive flesh, yielding to any and all indignities.

The palm of his hand burned against the cool flesh of her breast.

I was dreamingof cool flesh and sheets the color of fresh blood.