Ah. This was different. It starts out with chocolate. Who can resist? Not me.
Then, it becomes more personal. There is definitely an obsession in there. I like the last part where the flower owns the narrator. It's kind of sweet, bitter, irresistible - just like the best chocolates.

I truly know nothing about poetry at all, but are you sure you need "to" here where I underlined it:

Then all they ask to
Is keep on staring