p a s t o ♛ e j

Short of three inches to be a foot from the console's edge,
There, the chocolate sat.
Wooing the one it's aimed at.
'Is it for me?' I asked.

A delightful display, An intriguing sight;
A cautious stare, A hesitant will;
A hazy montage, A silent answer;

Sweet cocoa.
For me, I pray.