What Am I

When we can't take it any more it's all we can see It's the whites of our eyes after crying them out incessantly Highly flammable Great balls of fire Goodness gracious, danger ahead, stop! It's a situation that is fathoms beyond dire Texas Chainsaw, Freddy, Jason Blood, guts and gore Out out damn spot? Surely said in jest Bludgeoned puzzle pieces, remains on the floor Before my quill becomes totally saturated by that gory syrupy goo I'm reminded that there is that softer, more palatable side too Satiny petals left in a trail leading to sultry stained lips Patina of the dress that fits like a glove Ruby glistening nails gracing beckoning fingertips Flat or bubbly, just a matter of taste spirits lift as glasses are raised Berries and cherries delicious by themselves or as desserts, eaten sweetened or glazed Declaring love within a lacy valentine A gift of adoration from the heart Donated, a most precious gift of life Allowing a heart to throb, til death do us part Can't help but make a statement When all else has been said Yes I know you know that I know you know Based upon what the reader has read...