Sweet Control

I didn’t see it coming, no wind, no flame, just the hush of your presence whispering my name.

No sudden spark, no flash of light, just the silence turning soft and right.

You didn’t shout, you didn’t chase, but time bent gently inside your grace.

Like autumn air beneath a sigh, you moved through me and passed me by.

That sweet control, like velvet rain, falling slow where I hide my pain.

Not a storm, not a tidal wave— just a pull too warm to turn away.

Sweet control, control. . .

soft and sure, taking hold.

You walk like a rhythm never taught, every step is a line I forgot

I thought.

And I lean into the sway, not knowing where, but not afraid.

Sweet control, like wine at dusk, settling slow in the soul I trust.

You didn’t ask, you didn’t try— still, you turned my no to why.

Sweet control, sweet control. . .

mmm, let it flow.

It’s not the fire that burns me fast, but the ember that decides to last.

Not the chains that bind or bruise, but the voice I never want to lose.

You touched the strings I never played, woke a song I thought had gone away.

And in your silence, I hear more than thunder pounding at my door.

Sweet control, so light, so deep, you move the parts I swore to keep.

Like a dream I once let slip away, come back to me in light and sway.

No need to speak, no need to stay— your presence lingers anyway.

Mmm. . .