Feather lightness
Butter softness
Lips touch, tongues melt
Cherry-sweetness

Brush of hot breeze
Heartbeats stop, freeze,
Hands trace, pores sense,
Bold fingers squeeze.
 

Greedy darkness
Swallows hardness
Limbs clutch, flesh burns
Ride in madness
 

Quickening breath
Perfume of sweat
Nerves spill, life shoots
Life with death met.

(There was a debate about the last line - my other half thought it was too morbid, so in my notebook I changed it to "Lovers have met",  but here I reverted to the original because it is more powerful in capturing that moment of ecstasy in my opinion.)