“Missing sex with my husband due to our current living situation”

In tangled sheets our laughter once would lie,  
Moonlight would tiptoe softly through the room—  
A secret world where only we could fly,  
Two kindred hearts dissolving every gloom.  

But space and circumstance have drawn a wall,  
With crowded corners, borrowed beds, and noise;  
The midnight hush replaced by voices’ call,  
Our whispers lost among the clatter’s poise.  

Yet in the stolen glances when we pass,  
Your fingers brush my hand and time stands still—  
A silent promise, patient as the grass,  
That love endures, resilient as our will.  

I crave your touch, your tenderness and grace,  
But hold the hope that soon we’ll find our place.  
Until that day, our longing we’ll compose—  
Two fervent souls who bloom despite life’s prose.

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