You Won't

You won’t have a leg to stand on,
When a touch says, ‘I’m glad you’re close’,
Or a glance conspires to squeeze my heart,
Or your whisper dries my throat.

You won’t have a leg to stand on,
When I feel an under-the-table toe,
When your wild and salacious banter,
Paints my face with laughter’s glow.

You won’t have a leg to stand on,
When a tear drops from your cheek,
When Sleepless-in-Seattle flicks,
Creates in me a tender Tom Hankish geek.

You won’t have a leg to stand on,
When the amorous night is done,
Because in my arms I’ll carry you,
To where lovers meet as one.