NaPoWriMo: The Beanbag Man

There’s a man over there
With bulging tan muscles
If I could just stroke them
Just grope them
I’d rope him
Into me
See they’re like fine grains
Under my careless whisper touch
Squeeze lightly, not too much
Or he’ll come apart
He’ll rip and spill lava beans
He’ll run through my hours
Burn my tender nubs with dust
A bean bag man is a woman’s
Mirage so it seems