I call this one “Sex, then sleep”

The lily’s hidden stamen bends gently toward the shy poppy, who murmurs, “Forsooth, fair sir, with your mockingly curled lip! Brush your golden pollen o’er me!” “With pleasure, my blushing love. With greatest pleasure!”

Both calla lilies and red poppies are also associated with death, but I write romances, so these two will have a happy ending.