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Come on the wolfhole ... collect your claws, which for you I do not need a whip or a ropes. Be docile to me, do not be indifferent, that I bring you as a gift, figuratively, a delicious jar of honey. I will serve you to the spoons, and they will represent every noble feeling that I cherish for you. One spoon of attention, in another goes my affection, and my emotion. This is my kiss, full of frenzy. It's like this, my docile wolf, I want to docile Give him honey from my little pot, give him kisses and caresses. And when we're together, you can sharpen your claws, scratch me as much as you like, I will not moan in pain. On the contrary, I will shout with pleasure, with the pleasure of your love.