Electric Summersault in Venus

A warm embrace is worth the wait, you said deeply. Sparks of magic are erotic interruptions. Long stares into the deep blue sea of old storms, but detours no longer needed. A leap of faith tingles my internal meat machines. Life is fleeting; to handle the world, you must touch it gently but love boldly, I whispered.

Shapeshifting auroras light up the room, revealing a portal to a time machine ship on the other side. Do we take the risk? I said, yes…

Capsules of energy that fuse. An electric summersault in Venus.