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Written by Benya Ezra. Benya, a first-time Jewrotica writer, is a masseur, actor, clown and vagabond poet who has studied theatre, film, music, writing, as well as tantra and kink under the tutelage of masters and fools.
Fooling and sooth saying, Benya hails from a proud family of visionaries and wordsmiths. He writes poetry, screenplays, letters, and manifestos. He plays games, ukulele, piano, saxophones, and a number of other instruments. His goal in life is to sow as much love into existence as possible.
A word from the writer: Benya Ezra believes that for all Jews, there is this unspoken longing… We are taught from a young age to long for peace, for Jerusalem, for the truth – we are seekers and scholars, and we must reconcile the patience of cultural wisdom with the very immediate lusts of modern culture. This poem is about the impatient man, wanting the lover, the place, the homelands, pacing like a caged animal – feeling his power and his impotence.
No Soft Lipped Poetry
what would i tell you? ‘your eyes – your hair’
i’ve said all these things before
i don’t want to make love to you in words
i want to thrust into you so that you can feel
this snake in my spine
i want to love you so completely that you
tear out my hair
i want to feel your teeth as if electrocuted
biting through my bones
i want you to crush me with your mirrored desire
that your pull matches my push to the inch
to the nth degree of ecstasy
i want to trip down you so hard
that all our daydreams turn to fruit
not to lay you, but
to run you, to throw you
to punch through the beast in my chest
to rip off clothes,
to scream until the gods go blind
to love you with every breath of me
to taste the sweetness of your eyes rolling backwards
I want your bucking on me
to topple buildings
so that trumpets and rockets stop and stare,
i want to forget knowing, forget life, forget death
i want the eternity in your screaming, in my growling –
i want your fucking sex, and i want it echoing, writhing, deafening
i want you to be the last thing i hear, ever.
i’m chewing my tongue, eating my own longings,
we’re so far apart – and so much time from now to when we start
and i can’t see myself
as anything now
but predator – and i don’t want to prey on you
but with you –
loping through the grass, flying just so
over the past, over the slate Kineret, over roots
we’re on a collision course – stars on impact, galaxies
in my cock – so much nova in your pussy –
no, in your cunt
can’t you see me?
don’t you feel me? i’m the fireworks. i’m the world shatterer.
i’m the alpha
and you are you. o. you are you. give me, and i’ll give you.