You’re staring at the latex.it breathes before you do.every curve releases aroma.you don’t breathe — you allow.every inhale is entry.every exhale — a leak of control.latex wraps you from the inside, feeding you air in doses, as if testing:will you endure or collapse? aroma slides down your throat into your brain.and there — it becomes me. you’re not jerking off.you’re submitting. and when your lungs give out, when you break into orgasm —that’s not a climax.that’s collapse.