When I found the penis sheath, with its shape, texture, and shine, inviting touch, something inside me wanted to understand what lay behind that promise of sensation. The texture, dotted with tiny bumps, reminded me of felines in their mating ritual, which is intense, instinctive, and savage, as the male penis is known to have spicules (spines). However, it's a misconception that these spicules hurt the female. In fact, they serve to stimulate her ovulation, and the screaming and biting behavior that occurs during the act is a reflex of this ovulation. Either way, it's certainly intense for the female. What I can say is that there's something hypnotic about the way nature constructs desire, somewhere between thrill and enchantment. I enjoy experiences that provoke and engage the body and mind in dialogue. This essay was born from this curiosity: a reflection on instinct, desire, and the fascination that certain details can exert, because there are beauties that cannot be explained, only felt. Many people say I'm a trans cat, but after experiencing the spikes on this penis sheath, I feel like a true feline.