4. No Finer Craft Than This - Fëanor
Alive with passion's fire he comes in to me. Burnished by the flames that obsess him, he possesses me and I him. Flesh, burning with desire, blazes trails of ecstasy from breasts to belly and loins. Enveloped by his spirit, his body fills mine completely.
Enraptured I rise and fall stroked between hammer and anvil, to be recreated in his embrace. Swelling, surging, ebbing in the press of his hard flesh, he lifts me up. With all the skills of his heart and hands, he brings me crying to completion.
Together we create a jewel that, alone, he cannot match.
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