Blush

This is a short poem with no specific rhyme or meter.

Blush is an amazing thing.
There are lots of uses,
Lots of reason to wear it,
And lots of great excuses.

A boy walks boy
And gives a wink.
He looks real good
And your cheeks turn pink.

You don't want to look dumb,
So you get out your blush.
You look in the mirror,
"I think I put a little much."

This is one of many
(I'm sure you could think up more),
But I've become a little distracted.
There's a boy at the door!

Time to get out that blush
(I'm a pro at this).
Maybe if I'm luck,
Tonight I'll get a kiss.