Her voice has triggered untold millions of eargasms. Her big, big eyes spill over with pleading and promise. Her angular, thin body constricts with the wiry musculature of the marathon-humping sexual athlete. She is wrapped in an ebony sheen of black and beautiful soul. Here and there, in paparazzi shots and on variety-show guest spots, she has shared snippets of nipple and a nates sashay. Supreme diva Diana Ross has made a home for herself in the libidinal subconscious of every man over forty in the world. She's a prime fixture at wet-dream central, and she's done so with only one flash of onscreen flesh. See what so many of us have so long imagined in Mahogany (1975).