The Dim Light of Hope in the Dark Quarter of this Man who Merits the Title (earned) of Whore

This many stains may be easily be forgotten by dim light and three layers of blankets.  He is careful to put the grey pillow at the bottom of the pile.  He knows he will be clumsily pulling it out again later tonight.  He will stuff it under his belly, his groin, his hips.  And his ass will arch to meet, to invite the man beside him, inside.  This nameless gentleman caller rolls over and rises up from the bed like a cobra--the shadow against the white ceiling, the silhouette of his turgid cock dancing in front  of the blue light of the window.  In the morning the dried paste of the cum will be under him.  The lube will leave oily amoebas in the heavy cotton. The trace of shit on the pillow case will put it again on the bottom of the pile.