Were I the woman, you the prescient man, <br />could you conceive what pleasures touch my ID <br />as only woman knows what woman can <br />with gentle touch where not some other did? <br /> <br />Were you the woman, I, omniscient one, <br />could I perceive what you, my lover, needs <br />as oft erotic passion’s course is done, <br />while you lie still, the thrill of love recedes? <br /> <br />Can lovers match on Lesbos what I feel, <br />such lustful urge to let each other reach <br />those heights beyond where actions seem surreal <br />to one who learns, the other one to teach? <br /> <br />Let us be lovers through the night to see <br />if he be you, or she, or be like me.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-places-sonnet-76/
