“Without slowing his gallop, so as to not waste a moment, he leaned over, put his arm around her waist, and lifted her onto the horse in front of him, face to face, and carried her away” (Page 42). Her passion had called her lover to her, had demanded above all else he had to have her. Her passion burned so hot it had not only set his being aflame, it had actually caused physical fire around her and her to abandon her clothing and run free in the pleasure of it. Passion had broken the chains her current environment had placed upon her, chains that held all the others firmly in their safe little place. As she rode off into the horizon making love to the man of her desire, using the rhythmic gallop of the horse as a sensual metronome, those who viewed this event witnessed the power of
“Without slowing his gallop, so as to not waste a moment, he leaned over, put his arm around her waist, and lifted her onto the horse in front of him, face to face, and carried her away” (Page 42). Her passion had called her lover to her, had demanded above all else he had to have her. Her passion burned so hot it had not only set his being aflame, it had actually caused physical fire around her and her to abandon her clothing and run free in the pleasure of it. Passion had broken the chains her current environment had placed upon her, chains that held all the others firmly in their safe little place. As she rode off into the horizon making love to the man of her desire, using the rhythmic gallop of the horse as a sensual metronome, those who viewed this event witnessed the power of