As much as I absolutely love writing, I must confess…there is often a certain inadequacy inherent in language.

Instead of writing, as I should be, I’ve been watching tv. It’s an older movie I’ve seen before. “The Big Easy”, with Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin (and gee, wonder why they chose to show a movie with THAT name right now?). Not a bad movie for its time, has it’s moments.
But something struck me that I’d never noticed before.

In the first bedroom scene, he lays a kiss on this woman that is positively CARNIVOROUS. :razz:
I’m talking about one of those deep, passionate, throw-me-down-on-the-floor-I’m-ready-NOW-kisses.
She immediately gave up the ghost. So would I. :smokin:

Most of us have had a kiss or two that knocked us off our feet. And we know them when we see them.

I remembered that Burt Lancaster had a reputation for being a hot kisser. So yes, I pulled out “The Rainmaker”, one of his films, and watched him plant one on Katherine Hepburn.
Katherine came reeling out of that clinch with an expression like, “Spence? Spencer Who??!” :shock:

It occurred to me there’s just no way to DESCRIBE such a kiss, writing-wise. You can describe the prelude, the placement of the lips, and the movement. You can describe the feelings it evokes: the sinking sensation, the weightlessness, the hunger, the surrender, the fluttering in the stomach.
But ya can’t describe a kick-ass kiss.

“His mouth conquered hers…”
“His lips slanted across hers…”
“Her mouth melded into his…”
“He devoured her with his kiss…”
“He plundered her mouth…”
“His lips moved slowly, sensuously, exploring. Questioning. Demanding…”

There’s the act. There’s the physical description.
But it just ain’t the same thing.

Don’t get me wrong–I love writing romantic scenes.
But I think I’ll go back and watch that kiss. One more time…