Her skin seemed to tighten and for a moment there she looked almost angry.

Now standing in the night house, my skin seems to lack a layer.

The man's skin was deep red and seemed to be decorated with thin black lines.

The tight, gray skin of the long face seemed to change a little, as if a picture from within was trying to form on it.

His skin seemed to be pulled backwards from the nose.

Her milky pale skin seemed to heat up with an inner light.

Even her skin seemed to recall the touch of his hands, strong but tender.

His skin seemed to have lines where it hadn't had any earlier in the day.

As she waited for an answer, his skin seemed to warm to her touch.

Its skin seemed to flush with pride at the eyes that watched it.