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I want love on my own terms
After everything I've ever learned
Me, I carry too much baggage
Oh man, I've seen so much traffic
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So bring it on, I've been bruised
Don't give me love that's clean and smooth
I'm ready for the rougher stuff
No sweet romance, I've had enough
Elton John – I Want Love
Rose is all innocence and sweetness, happy sighs and silent moans as she moves below me. She does not understand that I am taking something I do not deserve. She's perfect in every sense, no man can resist her and like any other man I have fallen in the face of temptation. I will only hurt her, even now I fear I do. Each little moan drives me to thrust harder, take more. She bears it when she should not. She deserves soft caresses and loving kisses, drawn out pleasure, everything I am not capable of. I wait for her to cry stop as I push further, harder. Pink skin tinged red with exertion as she meets me every time. Rose is a creature of beauty and passion, begging for love. Something I cannot give the way she deserves, for I was destroyed just as much as my home in the Time War. She cries out at feelings and sensation that leave me feeling hollow, guilty for what I have done. But even still I join her, her name meeting my lips as everything falls apart. I lay beside her, catch my breath and stare at the ceiling of her room. As she curls into me, her breathing still heavy and laboured, I hate myself more. I hate my own skin that she strokes lightly. I feel contaminated, disgust at myself making me cringe at the light kisses she places on my cheek. I know she loves me and that I have taken advantage of that. It makes me hope that if I should change and she stays, that my next body will treat her how she should be treated. That she will shape the next change and yet I feel instant hate at the thought of even a new me touching her. I have possessed her. She is mine. I have taken more than I should and that is my downfall. Bruised and battered I fight on.