I know that you guys want to actually want to stick a pitchfork in my gut and crucify me upside down, so no excuses: i was busy and then i got lazy...so you get the point. Now to the story long ago when i wrote will you be my valentine i got a review from tropialparadiselover4187 Who requested a story like that but with , lets just stick with ,more passion. so fair warning, i have not written anything explicit, and nor do i want to, i just cant get my favourite characters to you know. so if Disappointed someone, i am really sorry, i am just trying to full fill as many wishes as possible. Happy reading!

She had always wondered how it would be to make love to god. A particular god named Anibus, for that matter. In fact that is what 18 year old Sadie Kane was thinking right now, as she stared at the same perfect god in front of her giving her some dumb message about, the book of the dead.

"How I wish, I can read his mind." She mumbled to herself.

"I don't think you can, but I sure can, Miss Kane, and I am trying very hard to block out your thoughts." He said without missing a beat.

"WHAT!" she screamed surprised

"You know about my feelings for you, and you blissfully remain ignorant you are a stupid piece of shit." She slapped him.

"Actually said a lot about my feelings for you, when you blanked out, before."

"And?"

"I….I….I love you." He stuttered his cheeks flushing.

"You twerp…." She muttered as their lips met. They broke apart soon enough only to find their tongues colliding is a more passionate battle for dominance. Anibus lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him, all the while, their mouths, never leaving contact. He pushed her back on the bed, and broke the kiss,

"Are you sure?"

She responded with a passionate kiss on his lips. Their clothes seemed to dissolve as in an erotic dream. She thought that making love to him, would be pure bliss, a collision of passion, where every move, every caress, every thrust would be controlled perfectly by the powerful forces of the universe, a moment where time would stop, and their love would stand pure. Of course her expectations were totally wrong. In reality it was more gentle, more fierce and more passionate than she could ever have reached the heights of passion again and again, each time punctuated with a happier, passionate yes. And in the end The came crashing down like a waterfall over flowing with love and they separated and lay in each other's arms, breathing into each other's bodies. They knew that they had found their soul mates, and they were never going to let go.

PS: on a totally different note, no one in the Brooklyn house slept that night.

So there you go tropialparadiselover4187 hope you liked it. and i will try my best to upload a few more stuff in the following week! Review and of course Happy Reading!