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
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