In the icy realm where mountains loom so tall, Skadi, the goddess, stands proud above all, Her beauty fierce, a force to behold, A passion within her, fiery and bold.
Her eyes, like frost-kissed lakes, gleam with desire, A burning spark that sets her heart on fire, She’s a huntress fierce, with a heart untamed, In the snowy wilderness, her love inflamed.
With strength and grace, she roams the frozen land, Her footsteps leave a mark upon the snow’s white sand, In the solitude of the cold, her passions rise, A goddess of desire beneath the northern skies.
In the darkest night, by the frozen stream, She dreams of a love, like a vivid, sensual dream, A lover’s touch, a fiery, wild embrace, A desire that no frost or snow can erase.
Skadi, the beauty of the frost and ice, In the silent wilderness, she pays the price, For a heart that burns with a passionate flame, In the frigid north, where gods and mortals claim.
Her love, like winter’s grip, can chill and freeze, But in her embrace, there’s a warmth that can please, A goddess of desire, so fierce and free, Skadi, in her passion, she longs to be.
In the depths of winter’s cold and white, Skadi’s love ignites, a passionate light, A goddess of desire, in the frozen north, In her embrace, the flames of passion forth.
So, in the land of ice, she seeks her thrill, A goddess of passion, with a fiery will, Skadi, the beauty of the frozen land, In her arms, desire takes a heated stand.