Ithami Sanfo

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Very little is known about Ms. Sanfo. She is a native of Puerto Rico, and the beauty of her island seems to pervade her very soul. Undoubtedly her high level of education plays an important role in her ability to tease the senses with her words, but she also hints at an innate understanding of the realm of pleasure and sensation.

This deep and lovely story highlights the sensuality of her dreams and her spirit, leaving just enough to the reader's imagination. Since she writes in Spanish and then translates to English, maybe you will notice the interesting slight variations in her language patterns. I enjoy the way this piece makes me feel like I am hearing the thoughts streaming directly from her mind.

I'm sure we will all look forward to more from Ms. Sanfo.

A Dream?

In silence, you enjoy the view through the large windows. On the other side, there was paradise. Soft waves having fun, sliding on the white sand, whispering all the secrets you ever wish to know. A full-moon night and constellations were embracing you and your thoughts with its silver light. My reflection was at the windows - three images just like me, getting closer, all of them wishing to share paradise with you.

Your dreamy eyes staring at me, triggering shivers down my spine. I can’t help it. I am vulnerable to your eyes. I wish I could run and hide there forever. You stretch your hand out to reach mine. On your face the perfect smile, leading me to sit on your lap, facing those eyes I can’t resist.

Behind me, the stars, the moon, our beach, where months ago I found you. Or did you find me? I was sitting all alone looking down the vertical cliff - the waves, a few feet down, end their travesty crashing against the pointy rocks - lost in my thoughts, lost in the night.

Then I heard footsteps, bringing me back to reality. I was not alone. Carefully I stood up, the fear, like blood, running through my veins. I felt it in every cell. I held my breath, trying to control myself and thinking of what to do, until I heard your voice. It was so familiar; I felt safe. When I turned around, I faced the sweetest smile I had ever seen. Do you remember? I heard your voice saying, “Don’t be scared, it’s only me.” You acted like we knew each other a long time, and for an unknown reason I felt the same way. We talked about almost everything all night long and shared the sunrise. The sound of the ocean was rocking our words.

Your lips wake me up. You know how to bring me back to our dream.

And here we are, silver light showering us. I’m sitting on you, facing you. Your kisses carefully pressed to my neck; your hands inside my shirt, caressing my back, waking up a million sensations.

Pushing you against the cushions, searching for your lips, I draw a path with my kisses - your forehead (God, those eyes that denounce your sweet heart), your eyelids and nose (the same, I just have to love). Falling so fast once I reach your lips, every kiss is new.  Every attempt to reach the warm and wet of your mouth feels like a conquest. I can’t wait to try it again and again.

Immersed in my kisses, your hands keep searching for that spot on my neck, my back… you know is there, somewhere. Once you find it, I will lose control. Feeling your hand’s soft touch on my back, gives wings to the butterflies in my stomach. The heat rushes to my face, fills my lips and blurs my sight.

My wet hair falls against my back; your hands, your body so close to mine, a million sensations propitiates the trembles.

You lay me down in front of the windows, with paradise still out there. Your eyes keep staring at me. How did you do to take my shirt off? I thought I was wearing a shirt, or maybe I just ran to you, to meet you here on the sofa, right out of my shower - funny I can’t remember.

And right now all I can think about is you, looking at me with such tenderness. Why do you have to caress me like that? There is nothing I can do. My body arches every time you touch it. How can a touch be strong yet soft? Is it real or am I dreaming again?

Because I feel your lips and tongue, playing. I know you just tasted my lips, my neck, shoulders, even my chest, but you keep your journey down. I have to set my emotions free.

In the warmth of your mouth I find a place to stay, making me forget how all this began.  Did I caress your back? Did I taste your chest, your legs? Did I find that special spot on your inner thigh? Did you let me kiss it as I begged? Something tells me I did.

Only sighs in the night.

Your hands are sliding down my legs and searching their way up. I need you; to share with you all I am. My fingers are playing with your hair, pulling it carefully, trying to bring you back to feed me with your kisses; to let our hearts beat as one.

Another sunrise shared - my sweet secret confessed – in paradise on this side of the window.

Copyright 2000, Ithami Sanfo - Reprinted with permission.

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