I can spark a flame with just a strike, or pit two teams in a game alike. I’m found when partners fit just right. Tell me my name, both day and night.

Red, pink or purple inside, big or small, Touch me, twist me, I’ll rise tall. I’m made to meet a woman’s kiss, Leaving behind my mark on her lips.

I exist as spirals, but I am not a galaxy. You might find me in a lighthouse or castle.

The first three letters of my name may describe a desirable summer physique, the last three a shivering skater's dream. Altogether, I'm used to shape the human form, a clothing piece of the past comprised of beautiful fabrics.

I am known for heat, but I do not melt. You might mix me.