Sweet Discipline

I don't rush what I desire, mm. I like knowing it can wait. Self-control. I don't reach just to feel closer. Nah. I like letting tension elevate. Right there. I've been tempted by the moment. I have. Learned the cost when it move fast. Too fast. Now I savor every second. Slow. I don't spill what I can last. Hold it. You can feel it when I pull Back, mm. That restraint got a rhythm. Feel that. I don't say yes when I'm unsure. Nope. That's how I keep it hitting. Still sweet. Sweet discipline, that's my flavor. Mm. I don't give it all now or later. Not really. I let want build up, it's patience. Let it rise. That's how desire stay dangerous. Sweet discipline, move slow with it. Slow. I don't tease, I'm just intentional. On purpose. If I let you close, it's meaningful. It is. I don't touch unless it's memorable. Remember. I don't fold when it feel good. Nah. I don't lose myself in heat. Stay me. There's a power in holding back, Mm. Make the moment feel complete. That's grown. I don't confuse spark for fire. No. I don't blur lines in the dark. Clear. If it lasts past the wanting-Right then It earned a place in my heart. Maybe. I don't rush what you want to stay. Stay. I don't break my own pace. Never. If you move right, you'll feel it. Mm. If not, I keep my space. That's fine. Sweet discipline, That's my flavor. Ooh. I don't give it all now or later. I let want build up, it's patience. Sweet discipline. Sweet discipline. Stop playing with me. Sweet discipline. Try easy, love. No, no. Ooh, oh. Slow, sweet. Sweet. Control. Control. Discipline. Discipline. Desire. Yeah. Sweet. Control. Yeah.