When You Send Me A Bouquet Of Flowers - Poem by Ravi Kopra
darling, when you send me
a bouquet of flowers,
I think of you
and play with them for hours.
I love the anthuriums the most,
though I love tulips and roses too.
I slide my fingers on the stems
of anthuriums, moving up softly
to reach its pink petals.
then gently I move the tip
of my pointing finger to its center
and touch the long yellow projection
loaded with pollens fitting into its center.
O darling, then so much I miss you.
I feel like embracing you tight
and digging my fingers deep into your skin.
I feel tightening sensations in my groins,
goose bumps all over me and sharp sparks
of electric currents rushing down my spine.
O how I miss you my darling.
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