Camay’s Hands

Her hands are always soft and slippery
It’s like when you skate on ice bare feet
Holding on to something might make her fall
There never ashy?
Not at all
Her nails could pierce your skin like a cat
Her hands so soft like the skin on a baby’s back
If her hands could be in a pageant they would be the winner
Walking down the runway with her pretty fingers
If she gets married id feel sorry for the ring
I’ll probably slip of before the wedding bells ding
That’s how soft and smooth is her skin