WHO COULD SHE BE?

She had the shape of that small coke bottle.

She smiled and I blushed.

It’s happening again, my sense leaving me.

I stood there staring at her,

She made me motionless and speechless.

I want to know her more, for I hate being in the dark,

Except when she will be there,

And then I can accept the lights out.

Who could she be?