I didn't have the slightest doubt that he was solid flesh.

The man was sitting here at his table at two in the morning, solid flesh and bone.

That met solid flesh and bone, though what I saw was a faded blur.

I felt better, with the warm solid flesh of his shoulder under my hand.

The world around me was alive again; the solid human flesh, hers and everyone else?

The inside of the man's body seemed to be solid flesh.

Worse, he was afraid that she would feel warm and alive, like solid flesh.

He can feel solid flesh through the wool of the sweater.

He moved again, and the feel of solid flesh under my fingers woke me completely.

It was like he suddenly became solid flesh, like us, where the water hit him.