Were I the woman, you the prescient man,
could you conceive what pleasures touch my ID
as only woman knows what woman can
with gentle touch where not some other did?

Were you the woman, I, omniscient one,
could I perceive what you, my lover, needs
as oft erotic passion’s course is done,
while you lie still, the thrill of love recedes?

Can lovers match on Lesbos what I feel,
such lustful urge to let each other reach
those heights beyond where actions seem surreal
to one who learns, the other one to teach?

Let us be lovers through the night to see
if he be you, or she, or be like me.

Lorenzo Costigliolo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-places-sonnet-76/