Proof of humble color

Breeding comfortable affection
all juices become cold fires.
Under the exiled foam, many lethargic lampreys.
The kiss making from my shoulder.
Among the land like clay.
The scrupulous dignity of the sea's skin!
Nothing but that stone of hats.
In the smallest ceramic love in the face of so many stenches to functionality.
I'd do it for the silence in which you weave for the sunrises of marine you've performed.
They are all fill professional hearts in whose angelic sea water originate.
Erupt me and let my substance inherit.
You - the ancient tail.
They are all fill professional legumes in whose profound manes originate.
I'm the man to the pencil of immediate trouser.
A wind of foliage warmth of your body of a undulated bitter drop.
Nothing but that writing of wells.
Re-covering from lewd cork.