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It is only his hand running down the length of my arm, and my stomach flutters, swoops, and detaches from me. It is only his eyes staring into mine, and I feel the infinteness of time, love, desire. How much meaning can pass in a touch, a look? In his arms and in his eyes it is the meaning of my life, my place in this world, my destiny and my future. What, then, is the weight of my lifetime? Only as heavy as the fingers that lightly trail down the length of my arm. |
| Image Copyright DC Comics 1979 |