The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

A breeze caressing my bare legs, a gift from the soft blue sky
it feels good to be full again, with a slight scent of red wine.
The gentle waves kiss the rocky shore, with the white foam rimmed water
they carry an essence of a long lost home, memories with grandfather.
And the sister I lost not so long ago, leaves her paw prints in the sand
because I know, no matter where I go, at my side she'll stand.
The only thing my heart seems to long for, a new kind of high
a buzz brought to me, by simply one thing
that look in his beautiful brown eyes.

No matter the Seasons, we are not grateful, about the weather that we have.  We find ourselves complaining; we need to be aware.
When the weather is cold, do you often complain?  When God sends the snow, do you do the same?
When the Spring come, is this something you like?  Or, do you make a comment, not liking even this, behind God's back?
When Summer arrives, are you bursting with words, that says, "It's Hot!"  Or, are you holding them in, and saying, "I'm Not!"
When the Fall arrives, do you grumble about the wind?  I believe to complain about the weather, just may be a sin.
I Am Guilty!  Forgive Me Lord!
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

1 eyes meet
2 a smile
3 bubbly conversation
4 hang out for a while
5 no sleeping we're on the phone
6 just when things seem great..no reply
7 suddenly feel alone
8 cry
9 move on with time
10 another pair meet mine

My love for you lives at I-95
Right past the exit for Towson
Where we stopped at Lito's for pizza
After we kissed for the first time
I passed I-95 today and didn't remember
Those soft kisses in back seats
Until I saw that pizza shop sign
I could see myself, 13 and blossoming
Holding tightly to your hand
It was like I was standing outside of your dad's car
Looking in at the events that just unfolded
That thirteen year old that won the bet with her friend for having her first kiss
It wasn't why that thirteen year old wanted it though
She just mustered up the courage to move her face close enough
So that the tiniest amount of contact could be made
It was intended to be soft and meaningful, the first of many
But it turned out off-centered and askew
But it was lovely
You, thirteen and dream like, were shocked
Yet intrigued, so you kissed me next time
Then it went back and forth
Alternating kisses, testing the feelings of new connections
Tingling fingers, tapping toes

Why do people show-off, especially, in a crowd?  Some long for attention, they began to do something wild.
Why do people show-off, especially, in a store?  You can see them dancing back and forth, in the middle of the floor.
Why do people show-off, especially, on the job?  They run quickly to take over your position, while being observed by the Boss, making you feel robbed.
Why do people show-off, especially, in line at the Bank?  Some choose to talk so loud, you can't even think.
Why do people show-off, especially, when the Reporter shares the News, about someone who is dead?  Out of no where comes ******* up, behind the News Reporter's head.
Since you like to show-off, why not write Hollywood?   Try to get their attention, if you think you could.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Just because a person is quiet, don't think he's not alert.  He is a very good listener, and he knows if you're planning any dirt.
Just because a person is quiet, don't assume he is without knowledge.  They will be the very ones, who will be preparing for College.
Just because a person is quiet, don't think he will not fight.  He's only holding his peace, because he wants to do what's right.
Just because a person is quiet, don't take them for granted any day.  He's subject to protect himself, therefore, stay out of his way.
Just because a person is quiet, here is some good advice.  It would be good to make friends, and be very nice.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

There is so much going on, in this evil world.  It's happening to our adults, and to every boy and girl.
Listening to the News today, a student stabbed 23 students with a butcher knife.  What should we expect tomorrow, in this dangerous life?
Time is running out for the pings on the little black box.  Will any debris float from the bottom of the plane, up to the very top?
Have they found anymore bodies, after the big mud slide?  Have they added anymore numbers, to all of those who have died?
Any news about the train that derailed, from off the railroad track?  I wonder what is going on that we have not heard, that's happening behind our back?
When are we going to hear some type of good news?  So far, all we hear is something that gives us the "Blues."
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

I can feel him pulsing
from deep inside me, all down & up underneath

but, when I'm on top
I have my fun,
I grab his wrists,
kiss his neck just a little bit
his eyes roll back
breaks free of my grip, running down my ***
till he finds the sweet spot
& rubs me nice

mm.
now this is how I like it
he takes control
I lose my mind
lose my body
in our souls
intertwined.

                      I


                                               gasp


           & moan




                        baby, please don't stop,oh



his head
                           tips
                  back

                                                     his jaw goes
                                                                         slack


and

                         we both

                                              ******


                                                                as one.

                                                                                  xo