Touch; as I can’t feel the rigidness of your feverish skin.
Sight; as I can’t look into deep eyes pleasant soul.
Smell; as I can’t  breathe in your scent that fills the air with lust.
Taste; as I can’t devour your lips or savor your erotic taste.
Blinded; by this velvet endurance of your love and the senses disabled…

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