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.