rentedsurroundings:

havent-got-a-prayer:

Tell me something I don’t know.  Write words on my heart; words of silver and sentences of gold.  If my ears remain open, I could become the richest man alive.  So fill up my pouch, darling.  If I could take every moment of you in, surely I would die quite happy.  I wish to unravel your mysteries and let my fingers explore all of your sacred places.  Perhaps I’ll build a shrine with my eyes and invite the sick to visit for healing.  They would all leave fulfilled.