>>715347218
Story told in its composition.
The plane is like my penis. Battered and beaten. No longer able to take flight. The young girl is my lost love from my youth. She caresses it, she even connects her very body, giving her self to my once throbbing member, but the life is gone and any love now is artificial at best. She kisses it, remembering the excitement that once was. In the desert. Barren. Devoid of life. My penis remains erect but lifeless.