Glossy, Crimson Lips

Feel,
I am passionate.
Drink my scarlet wine.
Feel,
I am bright.
Look up, through the gone rain,
I sit there on top,
see my paved stare.
Feel,
the excited burn like a hot -
cool -
 mesmorizing sunset over the deep ocean of Mexico.
Wake up!
Brake lights on cars,
I am
as sweet as the juicy insides of perfectly ripe plum.
Fire and love
my eagerness hands it out -
like a spicy, smoky salsa
dance
in high, piercing heels.
Can you feel me?
Taste my read all over,
but read me as a novel you can't put down.