One Poem for Wes & Alanna | by MoJo || #PoetForHire #LPRTG #AnalPoem


Her name is Alanna


Alanna wants Wes to attack

smack ass, cup the hand so

it’s more thwack than smack

but smack it firm

thwack her red

reach back and glob

S. Punk Butter on


glob it on her crack real good

glob it on her anus, you should


rub your dick the jar, Wes

let the S.Punk Butter grow ’round your pole

like a strange fluorescent moss

around your abandoned flag pole



Now, you strike your cock up her darkest wormhole, right?

Now, your dick will move to another multiverse, right

Now, you and Alanna switch, her asshole is your dick and vice versa devoid of device

you’re the one getting torn now by Alanna’s massive mongoloid pink pole

half unicorn horn half vibrating device of vice


half myth jelly dong half magic wand

tamed here bent over couch

babbling Japanese you never knew she/you spoke

you pummel you loose

until your balls smash your own cunt lips

you’re everywhere now

turning rainbow colored where anus flesh melds with cock meat

a kinetic karma kool-aid kitsch


your out of body and in body

retreating back to you

you reach down and finger

her lonely wide open cunt hole

her lips are peeled to either side flapping like a flag in the wind, that needy bitch

her asshole is sealed with your big dick

she grunts like an early morning howler monkey

that moo-growl of the hairy rooster

that moo-growl of girl sodomized for the very first time

half shriek and half purr

she’s that side of anal bliss

she’s this side of orgasm

squirting mucous and piss from her cunt

squirting like a porn star as you shoot your jizz up her asshole

crossing this universe to that

in one smutpunk’d cosmic voyage

she’s your anal washing machine and you’re her lint catcher

or is that vice versa? and who’s going to fuck Alanna’s empty cunt and nut in her?


 the dryer sets fire

alarm bells ring