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
