He tears off my socks with his teeth,
we are not lovers.
He kisses me boldly on the lips,
we are not lovers.
He leans into me in the night in bed.
I promise you, there is no romance,
only 90 lbs of Lorenzo, my Rottweiler,
a hunk, a hunk of burning love.*

*Last seven words borrowed from Elvis Presley’s famous song, “Burning Love.”