Hot Kiss

This kiss from Demme’s Something Wild is so unbelievably hot. It’s perfect. I’m not into blondes, but on occasion there is a certain buttoned-up male blonde I do like. My dream type is the shy, uptight guy, who is secretly full of heat and passion and love. She melts him, stains him, slips him the tongue, moans the whole way through. He doesn’t know her—they’ve only just met. She’s more or less kidnapped him. He is in the middle of some work phone call that is stressing him out--80s-style--a decade that gave us the hyperbole of stress, on the side of a highway just outside of New York City. But when she kisses him, he immediately succumbs, surrenders. He’s hers. The beat of that song is the beat of the destinal. Love set in motion.