My fingers are rather cold

I gently poke a person,

and they jump.

I am so cold,

I make others jump.

My fingers are pretty cold.

and my nose is like the tip of ice.

So when he leans in to kiss me,

he backs up real quick.

And with worry and embarrassment,

he asks: "Are you sick?"

To which I reply,

"No I am not. I am frozen inside and out.

My inners are tied in a knot, and perhaps, maybe, I have gout.

But as far as i've been told, this is just the way I am.

And if it bugs you that much,

Than please pretend to not give a ****."

"Well,"

He bagan,

"It doesn't insult me at all- nothing of that such.

If it bothered me, I would scram;

but you're more than just finger tips,

and you're more than your nose.

Your kiss is like nectar,

every sip I take glows.

You are my hummingbird

and I, your rose."