Excited, nervous
Three seconds ecstasy, shame
Please God, let me die
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Kenny Penn
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Oh this tasted of cringe and regret and embarassment and pleasure and core memories... in other words, love 😁
Hi-K ~ I could-maybe read between the lines ~ 'j'
Hilarious. Not the event, the poem.
This definitely fits the prompt! Nice job!
Omg, Kenny! 🤣😅🫠
Haha someone had to go there!
Hahahahahahhahaha oh no 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Ha, 😁👍🧡👌