Personal Stories Poem : Loving A Woman Posted by Yogyata A. Joshi Posted on Jan 23 2016 2 comments Her love had ended, for her lover she was now obsolete; For mine had begun, O! the beauty, the seductress, the woman across the street. Her love had ended, for her lover she was now obsolete; For mine had begun, O! the beauty, the seductress, the woman across the street. Through rings of smoke and eyes of fantasy, I had often seen her little pierced belly and her rosy left cheek. For I want to touch you, and give you all that you deserve. Woman of beauty would you fall for a woman so bleak? Never did he know how to caress your soul; let me paint your nails and love you as whole. For Iam a woman and you are one too, Emotional breakdowns, lust and happiness; together we’ll pull through TagsCultureFeaturedGenderIndiaLesbianPoemsRelationships Share About the author Yogyata A. Joshi I am currently doing my bachelor of art in English Literature, Drawing and Psychology. I am a graphic design school drop out, hence an inclination towards graphics and doodling.