As if in a dream, he watched his hand descend on dark flesh.

There were human eyes within the hood, embedded in a smooth matrix of dark flesh.

Like a scar on the dark flesh of the canvas.

The sea monsters would gobble your delicate dark flesh in a moment.

The head, legs and tail had all been cut away, leaving dark purple, swollen flesh behind.

Fog across the canopy face, but no explosions against dark flesh.

Chunks of dark flesh ripped free, yet the monster did not slow.

The humans are so pretty there, dark and glistening flesh.

The dark flesh rose up like a tidal wave and swept towards her.

The dark flesh had gone an ugly white as great blisters rose.