The Fable of Elven Buttocks

by Brant Risko (commissioned by Sister C.)

The Why and How are long erased
I'm hazy on the Where
But as I wandered through the woods
I turned and spied with a stare
A view quite enticing:
A stunning elf derriere

Had he worn a cloak or full plate
Perhaps I would not have observed
Those haunches of wonder
So snug and perfectly curved
That led my focus to wander
And frankly, left me unnerved

Oh, if only to squeeze them
No, that wouldn't be right
Far better to grab hold
And perhaps take a small bite
I'd be the first to call dibs
Should we camp through the night

I don't fully remember
If our mission succeeded
My one true recollection
Is that view unimpeded
I thought the memory would fade
But it has never receded

And over time it became
Just a legend, a fable
But not one to repeat
Round the dining room table
Tight, chiseled elven buttocks
I'd be willing and able

Some years came and went
And though I never forgot
My lovely vision that day
Elven ass cheeks so hot
There were times when I wondered
Were they real, were they not?

Until the day I discovered
The cheek owner's true name
And wondered, does he know
That his true claim to fame
Is that backside perfection
That still set my insides aflame