If I do not have eyes to see

How did I ever perceive dimensions and shape, colour, motion and light? Do I run my hands along the length of her body, I cannot see; will you describe to me dappled morning light on the curve of her side, golden, and how she will blink slowly at me like a lazy reptile (but how will I know what that is like)?
If I do not have a nose to smell nor a mouth to taste, how to you describe to me the smell of her hair (a creamy peachy shampoo [but how will I know what that is like?]) or the taste of her skin (sea-salty, like sea wind [but how will I know what is like?) and how she closes her eyes and breathes a cigarette wind to the dawn (but how would I even know what that is like)?
If I do not have ears to hear, how will I hear her voice? Will you describe to me her laugh (lilting and singsongy, sometimes [but how would I ever have know what that is like?]) or tell me tales of her whispers, things she says hushed, laughing, a smile in her eyes (that I cannot see) as she leans in close to my ear?
If I do not have skin to feel or hands to understand, how will I know what her skin feels like? You can try describe to me that it is soft, and she is soft, and my fingers could press down into her, or where my hands could trail, lines of goosebumps will rise in its wake, in ways that will make her shiver (which I will not see or hear or feel) and the feeling of butterfly kisses on my cheek, or her lips on my shoulder, and her warmth and moisture?
Have I none of these, how will you describe her to me, as she is, in languid twists, nude, wrapped in sheets (in dappled morning light) and with a lazy blink (none of which I can see)? As she is, with sweet hair, and a skin that even smells warm, and emanated the sun and sea, like evenings with toes mired in sand (things I've never known)? As she is, with an excitable heartbeat in her chest (soft, warm, with curves and shape and goose bumps) and her soft voice she speaks her heart in, and her hard voice she speaks in her mind in (neither of which I've never [nor will ever know)? As she is, a limited, contained entity, a flesh body that is tangible and all so doomed, and something completely unattainable (feelings you will never know)?
If I have no mind to exist, how would I ever know I did not?

I just won't.