Purple Prose: Unexpected Expectations

She walked as if she were heaven sent, all luminous curves, bouncing off one another, creating an illusion of beauty beyond compare.

Or, heaven bound possibly? I could not tell. All I knew was that she had lit a fire inside my lions, that would not be held at bay, nor tamed.

I'd capture this feisty headed beauty, placing her life within the palm of my hand! I'll rip from her dignity and unleash within her total abandon—

The publisher, Greg, shut the manuscript with a snort, disgusted. Who in the hell thought men's romance novels were a good idea!?