Beneath the Yule Tree

A sharp immediate tang,
intense, primal, potent,
winter wind against
naked skin and you
between the sheets.

Subtler aromatic
notes linger just beneath,
lungfuls of purified air,
the innocence of nature,
a taste of your lips.

Gradually it fades,
with a last stolen whisper,
an ache of regret,
euphoria of wilderness,
your arms slipping away.