I remember a night back in the day when a lovely stripper stopped mid-table dance, looked down at me in the club neon for a moment, and said "You have perfectly shaped lips". Okay, I had a better time after she started up again. But that moment stuck in my head.
I was thinking today how much I miss kissing.
Here's what I know: I can get myself off, but I can't kiss myself.
It's been a while.
Happy HNT, people. Hit the red button and go see Os.
