If you can make it past the somewhat tortured and very Radio Delilah dual introductions - one of which, God help us, was written by Thomas Moore - of Wendy's Maltz's Intimate Kisses, you're in for a treat.
Kisses, which deals exclusively in the poetry of sexual pleasure, is a remarkably consistent anthology whose works are divided into five sub-themes: anticipation & desire, self-awareness & discovery, admiration & appreciation, union & ecstasy, and afterglow & remembrance. The poets are fairly equally divided between men and women, with a few international offerings (mostly translated from Spanish or Arabic), and, while there's a strong bias toward recency, that almost winds up being a plus, as it guarantees you're not just reading the same old poem about Andrew Marvell trying to get it on.
To be absolutely clear: this is not love poetry. Or, rather, sometimes it's love poetry, but the love part isn't what got these poems in the door, so to speak, so if graphic poetic metaphor is going to put you off your reading, you'd best go back to something a little more Roses are red. If, however, you're looking for a frank celebration of the more physical aspects of affection, this is an intimacy utterly worth sharing.