I have senses. I see, touch, smell, taste and hear, but all too imperfectly.
I see her. I see everything my heart lets me in everything she's willing to show.
I feel her. Her presence is powerful, what my fingertips fail to perceive, my spirit resonates.
I breathe her scent. Nostrils filled with musky anticipation left unvalidated.
I can taste her favor. Mouth watering against reason.
I hear her voice. When it's completely quiet, her siren call haunts me, especially in my dreams.
I sense all these things most intensly in the moments spent waiting for the envelope to appear...
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