A pair of blue eyes stares and haunts my soul,
An ignorant smile teases and my mind gets a fall.
Some fingers disturb me with a warm scent,
Cloudy hair is the place where I’m sent.
A damping voice echoes in my ears,
A foggy figure makes me forget all fears.
A silky touch makes my sleep run away,
I am filled with a search.
I am filled with dismay.

It might be her eyes,
It might be her smile.
It might be her fingers,
It might be her hair.
It might be her voice,
It might be her touch.
But who is ‘she’?