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The scent of burning hardwood and a hint of sweat hit s My jaw drops, and there is this invisible cord that begins to wrap around ether It spins around htness in ot me around the throat

Clank-clank

Clank-clank

Clank-clank The raising and lowering of the hae steel as the forger turns it over and back methodically on the anvil

Anvil

I have to say this is the first time I’ve really taken note of an anvil in real life I’m sure I’ve seen one before, but as far as I was concerned, before now, they were just so for the Road Runner to drop on Wile E Coyote’s head

Right now, I’ sexy an anvil can be

As a matter of fact, an anvil is the sexiest inani pounded upon by the sexiest man I know I’ve ever seen

I’ahen his ha from the base of my neck down to my heels The onlookers surroundfor the rhything the forger to draw the hah and take the next thwack at the heated metal

Instead, his hand lifts the hammer off the anvil slowly Unlike the powerful motion he used ait down next to the soot-stained suede chaps that cover his dark canvas trousers, he straightens his back, and I hear a collective sigh from the unsteady crowd

The suede apron, darkened to a gray swirling soot pattern just the sas the praises of what must be millions of whacks of that mallet onto molten metal

The glory of his are of muscles I don’t reh God created new musculature to be bestowed upon him as a symbol of masculine perfection

Oh h he needs ladly raise ers and volunteer as tribute

As he shifts and stretches, there are ripples of tendons and layers of hardness I see that defy all logic and reason And all of it covered in this shiny, slightly gritty, war out for my lips

My fingers grip the shoulder straps of ulp back the dryness in my throat