holding her in the afterglow <br />where words were <br />never really needed, <br />he was fond of whispering <br />that it was all her <br /> <br />then he would smile and add <br />that he merely <br />followed her lead <br /> <br />if only heaven would allow her <br />one wish, <br />one clear and stunning wish, <br />she would use that wish <br />to trade places <br />just one time <br />when they made love <br /> <br />then she could know <br />what it feels like <br />to be him <br />and he could experience <br />in that one time <br />the joy it was to be her <br /> <br />and he would see, first hand, <br />why she always answered <br />that it was all him<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trading-places/
