Crazy Dream

A green uniform, with a surname on left pocket, US Army insignia on right wearing black boots. An older man who has a clean-shaven face except for his glances with his blue eyes, flickering in the night. I caress his jaw with my tiny hand, loving the feel of his smooth skin. French kisses with mouths open, tongues dancing, swirling onto one another. Yes, I am in love I want his strong arms to, embrace this lonely body. A body that needs so much passion I can not longer ask for love-- because I'm afraid he will reject me and my heart will be shattered in tiny fragments. But yes I am still in love. What if he rejected me? Would I tear out my heart and toss it in the gutter for anyone to walk over?