There came the memory of the Druid god in the grove with his black burnt skin.

There were moving shadows all around, hands reaching for him, fingers touching his burnt skin.

She moaned and took a deep breath when the towel slid over burnt skin.

Of course, it seemed like a good idea until her burnt skin again came into contact with the quilt.

He nodded at my hands, still partly covered with burnt skin, though they had started to heal pretty well on the short trip back.

Using protective gloves or under cool running water, peel burnt skins.

The wind had hurt my burnt skin, But it was no matter.

Where the snowflakes fell on burnt skin, there was a foaming reaction.

My burnt skin cried for it, and my burning eyes.

There was the smell of burnt skin in the air.