A Fable

His lips were the softest of all I've felt

His smell was pleasant undescribable

An earthy smell like none I've ever smelt

The smell left by passing elves in a fable

That was the magic that I felt that night

When his soft curls slid through my fingertips

A fleeting moment that slips out of sight

And still my thoughts they linger on his lips

There is not much more to tell of this tale

For in eachother's embrace, we but slept

To forget his lips, I gladly fail

The memory of his smell I have kept

Yet, it could have been nothing that special

It could have been really all just superficial