Magician
Drunkard are you,
But my fantasy of
You remains
Untarnished.
Strolling,
through trees
in Wine Country
Your kiss is
Ever so intoxicating.
Until you're inside
me I can't bear
this anticipation
Although we've
Never met, and
You probably don't
Exist.
You are indeed
my secret lover,
full of surprises
And more than a
Rabbit hidden in
Your hat.
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