Pitch Darkness

It was pitch dark 

When I regained consciousness

I couldn't recollect my surroundings

I had passed out after inhaling ecstacy

Realising my nudity was skin deep

I tried to gather myself

But my legs gave up

A pair of hands grabbed me

From somewhere

I faltered

And fell on heap of flesh

Several pair of hands were all over me

Crawling like tentacles

I was being savagely groped

Every pore explored

The kneading of my breasts

Fingers swimming inside my darkness

I tried to move 

But my hands were restrained

Was it rape

Was it my fulfillment

I was beyond euphoric 

To register

My moans being drowned

In the chaos of lust

Nothing made sense

For it was sheer madness.

©LR