To Be Loved: The Music, the Magic, the Memories of Motown by Berry Gordy

Author:Berry Gordy [Gordy, Berry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Music, Genres & Styles, Rock, Biography & Autobiography, Entertainment & Performing Arts
ISBN: 9780795333705
Google: TZgqAAAAQBAJ
Goodreads: 24628018
Publisher: RosettaBooks
Published: 1994-01-01T11:00:00+00:00

WHAT A LITTLE MOONLIGHT CAN DO

After Manchester, the Supremes sang “You’re Nobody ’Til Somebody Loves You” at each performance, and as audiences began to like it more and more they gained confidence. Margaret and I had broken up several months earlier, and now, each time I thought about Manchester I realized how much Diana meant to me. I was madly in love. I think she knew it.

The tour ended in Paris. Diana and I were walking down the street when she said, “Black…”

Ever since that experience with Marvin, when I called him “boy” that day, I had been taking so-called negative words and using them in positive ways.

Long before black was “beautiful” I began to call Diana that as an affectionate nickname. She started calling me Black as well. A word can mean anything you want it to mean. And in Diana’s and my case, Black meant pride, love and affection.

“…why don’t we stay a couple days after the others leave?”

When she said that I was rocketed off my feet. April in Paris. Alone? Phenomenal!

“Sounds great, Black,” I said nonchalantly.

It was two days before the scheduled flight back to Detroit and I kept panicking that she was going to get an emergency phone call or something forcing her home. Those two days seemed like two years. But finally, in front of our hotel when Mother, Pop and the kids, the last of the group, were leaving, I was in such an excited daze that it was hard to concentrate on our good-byes.

So there we were on a beautiful April evening in Paris. We strolled back into the hotel and waited side by side for the elevator to take us up to her suite.

I took her hand and we entered a magnificent room decorated in rich golden colors. With the curtains and windows opened wide, we could hear, see and smell Paris coming alive at night. We held sparkling crystal glasses of champagne high in the air. We toasted success; we toasted the moonlight shining in our window, the tall stone monuments of important French heroes that stood just outside the hotel. We toasted everything.

I was shy, giddy, but happy. So happy. Happy because on her face was a smile that could have lit up the world—the most peaceful, joyous, beautiful smile I could have imagined.

After some drinks, talk, things got quiet. The awkward stage.

What do I do now?

She relaxed out in front of me. Laying her head back on the pillows, her eyes pulled me closer, like a magnet, bewitching me.

Slowly we began to kiss and to touch. Tentatively at first, as pure pleasure and love and desire blended into one. For what seemed like an hour we caressed, my excitement mounting with every minute. Now that I saw her desire, too, that the hopes of all these months were finally going to be fulfilled, I began to remove her clothes tenderly, but with a pace that quickened until I was ripping off my own. Within seconds one of my greatest desires would be fulfilled.

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