This is desire pointed at disappearance. The appetite here has less to do with another person than with switching yourself off for a while, using sensation to drown out everything the day left running. Intimacy emptied of tenderness and filled with pure need.
There is a recklessness that masquerades as freedom. You stop negotiating with consequences and stop keeping score, and for a few hours the sheer volume of it drowns out the quieter voice asking what you are actually running from.
The music goes heavy and headlong to match, the sound of going under on purpose. Low end you feel in the chest, repetition that stops reading as a loop and starts reading as an undertow pulling you down.
It marks the arc's plunge, the point where wanting becomes a way of vanishing. Play it late, when you would rather feel too much than feel the specific thing waiting underneath.