Canadian Bacon

Every bit a lacrosse star in the makin’, lean and mean, like Canadian bacon; a chiseled boy toy attending college, because he has a desire for knowledge.

He also has a great gnawing hunger, since the days when he was younger: to live a low key life with prosperity, generous to others with all sincerity.

This day will come as he grows older, when he’s ready to give it a shoulder. There’s no way this is the right time for this hot stud in his playful prime.

He loves clubbing – can’t get enough – looks a bit girlish, but acts a bit tough; cuts a mean rug, trips lights fantastic – makes one believe his body’s elastic.

Slams down beer like drinking water; lusts for a son, on occasion a daughter; Makes out in hidden, shadowy places, swings his bat and rounds all the bases.

He swaggers outside to go meet the day; heads right to the ocean, not to the bay. Hey! Surf’’s up! Time to go catch a wave; to go nap a spell, and to later misbehave.

Oh, the hedonistic joys of being young, full of piss and vinegar, and nicely hung. Life’s his oyster – got it by the balls – turning heads in the shopping Malls.

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