NaPoWriMo Day 11: Wait, What?

My cuticles are pages from an elusive book to you.
You have held my hand before so
You know me, tell me who I am beforehand

Do you look at the vagina both your palms shape before you call me?

I have a purity ring on my little cold finger
And I hope all my butterflies will fly straight into your stomach so you can wait for me.

Drop a jar of chia seeds at my doorstep and leave while you're at it.