Falling [Poems]

blush

He stood there, grinning,
making her insides melt.
Gosh, he looks handsome, she thought.
"My, my, don't you look a hottie", she teased him.
He blushed, stealing a glance at his shirt,
a gift from her.
A blue shirt, her favourite colour.
Her favourite colour looked best on her favourite person, she concluded.

Before she could turn away,
he pulled her close,
"Thank you for the shirt,"
she rolled her eyes.
He came closer,
pressed a soft kiss to her forehead,
his height providing ease.

Her heart skipped a beat,
eyes fluttering shut,
she mustered enough courage
and went on her tippy toes,
to kiss his clean shaved cheek,
inhaling his cologne
whispered in his right ear,
"You're welcome."

Both descended down the stairs,
each caressing their face part kissed,
with a smile in their eyes.