(Never) Enough

What did you think would be the case?
When rough hands caressed angry tips.

How could one ever have enough?
When one has tasted all but angry lips.

How do you think there will ever be peace?
When memories of your rough rhythm never cease.

What do you think will become of this dance?
When one’s whole life rests on an off chance.

What will happen when all is revealed?
When friend and foe sink rabid teeth into this meal.

How would you taste under the burning light of day?
When the moon bewitches lovers in a maddening ray.

How would it feel to freely feast on insanity?
When none involved care for base vanity.

What oh what did you think would be the case?
When rough hands caressed angry tips.

How could think there would ever be enough?
When one has learned the violent roll of your hips.