Guess again?

A shape so appealing
Your shape I’m receiving
A memory upon my lips

Curves of a woman,
Strength of a man
Beauty of the gods a master plan.

A crown of silver with dyed coloured blood
Covers the swirling shame within your depths.
I can heal you.

With every last drop
You are falling from the top,
And wind up on the floor.

Glass so thin,
Let me in
And appease my thirst.

A name so divine,
falling upon my tongue like wine,
I wish to consume you.

Twirl in elegance
Spit out your pestilence
And become me.

Energy so foul,
A liquid so tasteful,
It must be a sin.

So spin, spin,
As I drink from your soul.