Five senses

As the keeper of my wood the question is fairly easy to answer.
The sense which would be the hardest for me to give up is certainly sight.

I need to be able to see the trees.
My eyes tell me how they are.
I look at them, at the color of their leaves and at the way these dance in the wind flirting with the light of the sun, and I know if they are thriving or if they need my care.

As a lover, though, I find the question much more difficult to answer.

How could I give up hearing the low, lazy drawl of my love's voice, the sounds he makes when he needs me bad or when he finds pleasure in me?

How could I give up looking into his blue eyes, seeing the hundred things he tells me with them? Love, hunger, teasing, fulfillment, longing, despair.

How could I give up tasting him, the bitterness of his seed and the sweetness of his mouth?

How could I give up touching him, feeling the different texture of the hair on his body? The long silky hair on his head, the sparse tufts hidden in his armpits, the springy pelt on his chest and belly and the coarse hair at his groin...

How could I give up filling my nostrils with the scent of him? The salty scent of his sweat and the musky one of his arousal, and the sweetest one of all, that of his skin when he's asleep.

Tell me if you can... Which of these would you give up and why?