A/N: Well. I finally managed it: 'tis 100 words. It's almost exciting, hehe. Is it a drabble, though? Hmm... Maybe I should just call it a poem and be done with it. Anyway, it just appeared; not sure what I think of it, but I'd appreciate knowing your thoughts... Please?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Doctor Who belongs to the BBC. And not me...
When her hand said, "Try me," he accepted the challenge and ran with it.
When her "No," said "Take me," he returned and asked again.
When her smile said, "Trust me," he did without a second thought.
When her eyes said, "Love me," he jumped at the chance to fall.
When her lips said, "Kiss me," he hesitated, but died for the privilege.
When her embrace said "Need me," he realised he always had.
When her very presence said, "Lose me," he fought desperately not to hear.
But he obeyed; he always did. In the end he had no choice.