The Phone Courtesan

******Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her.
[inhales deeply through nose]
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made ‘em? God must have been a fuckin’ genius. The hair… They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls… just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips… and when they touched, yours were like… that first swallow of wine… after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don’t care if they’re Greek columns… or secondhand Steinways. What’s between ‘em… passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there’s only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin’ to me, son? I’m givin’ ya pearls here.******

Can’t you just see and hear Al Pacino’s voice and mannerisms through this quote of his movie, The Scent of a Woman? His deeply felt appreciation for a woman’s body, and all she can offer to him, can genuinely be felt in those lines. This is one of my all time favorite movie quotes.

“I’m givin’ ya pearls here.” ~ How I love that. And, how it made me wonder. Do you think the young Mr. Sims, really got it? Think about it. Here we have an older and more experienced man, giving the pearls of his wisdom, and his experience to a younger man, who is just embarking on his own journey with women. Were you that young man, would you have listened? I sadly believe that we listen to an older persons words with half an ear. After all, we know ourselves, and we think we all ready know everything. But also, while Lt. Col. Frank Slade’s words may be true and right, some of these realizations are the result of being older, and having gained that experience. So, to young Mr. Sims credit, if he didn’t quite get it all, it is not all his fault. What I do like though, is that he heard these words of respect, wonderment and thrill about women from a mentor that he respects. He will always remember that. As far as his knowing an appreciation for her body, for her scent, that he will learn in time.

While the words, ‘The Scent of a Woman’ ~ can lead a person to quickly think of that one true scent of a woman, Lt. Col. Frank Slade starts with her hair, and he appreciates her thoroughly, from top to bottom. Oh, to be the woman that is looked at with the depths of that appetite. I have said it before, I love being a woman.

Perhaps it is even more visual for us the viewer, as he is now blind, that we are allowed to join him through his own reminiscence as he moves over the parts of her body that he has found enjoyment in, and can only recall from his memories. An only more powerful reminder that we should all take in and savor every nuance of our own moments that we can.

There are the scents of our hair, and our neck. The scents of our perfumes, lotions, creams, and make up. Those scents that we choose to wear everyday. The scents that we add on, and have made them, our own.

And then there is that secret passport to heaven, as Lt. Col. Frank Slade so eloquently alluded to. The true scent of a woman. The scent of her sex. There are a myriad of layers of scents there, awaiting you. All encompassed in those two famous syllables, ‘pussy.’ Starting with the beginning scent of our pussy, to the different scent of our beginning stages of arousal and wetness, to our own orgasm scent, and to that final shared scent of when our pussy becomes a very special receptacle, that will retain the combination of your scent and my scent together. The scent of our sex. There is nothing like that. Nothing. It lingers in the air, on our sheets, and on our bodies. I love how hours later we can still smell our scent on our fingers, on our lips, on our faces. And we will be reminded of the scent of us.

And it all began with the scent of a woman.