i like my woman a little possessive.
maybe cause i am a possessive freak too.
tell me when you want me home.
call me whenever you miss me.
ask me who i'm going out with, not because you don't trust me, but because you dont play about me.
be that woman who notices when my shirt buttons are open too much and fixes them for me with that little look on your face. keep your hand on my thigh when we're together in public, just enough to remind me that i'm yours.
put your hairband around my wrist and let me wear it like my favourite bracelet.
let's wear matching rings.
let me change my phone pin to your birthday because i want that little piece of you everywhere in my life. have access to my phone, not because we need to check each other, but because there is nothing i would ever want to hide from you.
we will never have to question each other.
but if you ever want to open every door in my life and look inside, you will only find you.
you will find your name in my memories. you will find that i have made space for you everywhere.
and yes, be a little possessive with me.
get annoyed when i spend too much time working. tell me i need to stop and give you more attention, even though you know spending time with you was already my favourite plan.
ask me for pictures before i post them.
ask me for the ones that are only yours.
style my hair for me. fix my clothes. choose little things about me. be involved in my life in all those tiny ways.
i want to feel wanted by you.
i want to feel desired by you.
i want to feel like you look at me and think, "that's my woman."
because i want to be yours in every way that two people can choose to belong to each other.
i wanna be yours. so claim me.
