it was 12 below in Rukatunturi

you were feeding reindeers in the snow

i was drawn to you, like a magnet, not knowing why

pixie hair, porcelain skin, button nose

your doe eyes, midnight black, called, drew me in, like a siren’s

you played it cool, distant, aloof, like a filly, wary of my attention

i had no idea, i was a fly and you, a spider

more than a girl, not yet a woman, you were a precocious, streetwise

oozing ***, sensuality, craving daddy’s attention

seeking my gaze, locking eyes, so intensely, i had to look away

daring me, to kiss, your baby girl lips

wrap you up, hold you tight, in my arms, tap into your passion

you hungered to love, be loved

the eagerness of your kisses, combing the hair on my chest

pulling me down, on top, to penetrate you

christening you from a girl to a woman