The American writer Charles Bukowski entitled one of his poems Love is a Dog from Hell in 1977, and a collection of his poems by the same title in 1991. He named the wrong emotion in my opinion, the real attack dog is no respecter of persons, or age.
Lust,
like a hound from Hell
licks no master
and howls your name.
Its gleaming teeth encircle
the serenity of your face.
From the coolness of your lips
lunges forth its scorching breath,
as I glimpse its languid movements
beneath your well cut garments.
But gilt is the lustre of its pelt
flame the temper of its rage.
I had not sought the beast’s eye
but I burn,
Beauty,
I burn.
