Take off my skin and I won't cry, but you will! What am I?

You can't marry me, but love me in a ring. I turn heads. I even leave some breathless. You sip me up and tell me I'm sweet, But when I get close to your lips, you pull away. What am I?

Bent down a moment and tied up your shoes, While you weren't looking, Slipped into your booze

I’m wrapped in love but reek of regret, A tiny throne where disasters are set. I hold the crimes no one will claim, Warm, squishy secrets, primal and profane. Change me quick or you’ll truly despair, For I weaponize stench and poison the air.

Never straying, Though not full force, What am I? A Horse, of course!