Raindrops.

Lips fall on flower petals
Raindrops drip.
Onto the tongue.
Words negate the release of dreams
They're both silent, eyes closed.
Every murmur of moments as their pulses synchronise,
The taste of her on lips.
Trying to pursue a declaration of love,
Hard to say,
Harder to believe
With tongues pressed within her legs.
Even as costs of friendship rise to "Severe"
The pursuit of this moment rises beyond others.
This moment just negates.