A snug embrace for fingers five, A cozy shell where they all can thrive. In winter's chill, I never quit, But I can get you out of trouble if I don't fit.

Spelled one way, I can be yellow fruit to make a very refreshing and healty juice. Spelled another way, this time I can be a very sweet light orange fruit...

I'm a very sweet and tropical fruit. A Formula l Team identifies with my name based on my particular color...

I nail the night to open eyes, let hours rot instead of pass. The dark is loud with waiting thoughts that scrape like glass on glass. Dreams hang just out of reach, half-dead, the clock bleeds numbers thin. What curse keeps watch till dawn arrives and never lets me in?

Swap the first for an f, and you'll help feed them for life. Swap the first for an w, and toss a coin in a well. As I stand, I could be older slang for someone hot, or simply something sought after, at a dining spot.