Erica Jong - Sexual Soup

Erica Jong - Sexual Soup

A man so sick that the sexual soup br cannot save him - br br the chicken soup of sex br which cures everything: br tossed mane of noodles, br bits of pale white meat. br the globules of yellow fat br like love... br br But he is a man so sick br no soup can save him. br br His throat has healed into a scar. br Rage fills his guts. br He wants to diet on dust. br br I offered to feed him br (spoon by spoon) br myself. br br I offered my belly as a bowl. br I offered my hands as spoons, br my knees as tongs, br my breasts as the chafing dish br to keep us warm br br I offered my navel br as a brandy snifter. br br "My tongue is gone," he said, br "I have no teeth. br My mouth is with my mother in the grave. br I've offered up my hunger to the air, br my nostrils to the wind, br my sex to death, br my eyes to nothingness & dust." br br "What do you lust for then?" br I asked. br br "I lust for nothing.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

Duration: 01:30

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