I Like Cuddles Like I Like My Food: Close and Around My Hips

I like my lovers like I like my liqior.
Goes down sweet but,has a distinct vicior.
I crave for the taste.
Your hands on my waist.
I enjoy this entanglement like I do chocolate.
I know that we haven't fought yet.
If we did I would cry.
Practically die.
Which is why Ice cream exists.
The only true love I insist.