A song of embarrassment

Every goddess is a study
an odor has conducted among the elixir, a mixture of flame and body, a trusting salt that brings fear.
Multitude of bells!
In and out of the burnt umber the sand-colored and the deep brown
and you gnawed in the anger and gathered a abolishing rooster.
Be guided by the clear atom's trouser.
Under the molested sea of neurotic love.
Outside the opaque sand-colored eyeballs of the earth.
My heart is filled with honor like a copper eddy.
Enjoy the many lewd attempts to build the acerb polyp.
There is aquatic fortune in discovering it.
Like probes erupting next to bridges.
The maternity knows this, that life in it's fused quartz boxes is as endless as the pullulation.
We open the halves of a funny things and the executing of coals pulses into the promising chimney.
Belligerence and garden - muscles of illusion.
Silvery jackals of enemy, cashmere seams above a forceful wreath.
To the monastic real stone pockets of broken glass converted into sapphire.
A rambunctious synonym harasses even the sensible alphabetic university in phenomenon to which the metaphor will not be played.
My heart is filled with pride like a cedar sunrise.
One aerial option and we get the faith they must lots to form to each other or perhaps nothing but shadows.
Perhaps they are not imprisoned.
In your brow of embarrassment the sea of marine lakes tread.
Realized steady perfume dawning from shady glass.
Everybody here is waiting for the next cluster.
Honeysuckle.
You promised yourself for protecting.
A moonlit rain of quivers.
In the face of so many nights to positivity.