Closets Poem by Bree Z Love

Door hinges pry on my secrets.
My secrets boxed in like buried treasures.
Treasure's Island gems, warrant keys to unlock private affairs.
Privates affairs kept in closets; in boxes, behind those hinges, buckling under my fiery.
My fiery melts away metal thoughts of the judging rules.
Rules, I'll break for you to handle my secret desires.
Desires to make love in places; while I kiss your passions that's been lying and waiting dormant.
Waiting dormant, no more for your fiery and mine burn down doors, walls and closets down.