Exterior rough and rugged
Never would it be guessed
That he is the only one
Who makes my heart leave its' nest
Take to the sky and soar
A world apart from mine, and yours
No one could have ever told me
When we met three years before
That the creature I fear the most
Would be received so well, at my door
Demeanor set to warn others
Touch solid but so capable of another
The kind that sets the soul on fire
Engulfed in a magma-fueled shower
No one knows the way I feel
When that mellow sound erupts
From within those sexy lips
One sound, I never could get enough
Tomme to me like the water I drink
Made from heavens mountain streams
Refreshing to the body and soul
Like it was made just for me
Contained within a package
Camouflaged for protection
Against all unworthy drinkers
A deterrent I'm guessing
Tomme is to me like the air I breathe
No additives or artificialities
Pure sweet oxygen from within
A vessel of essential honesty
His personality is unique
And always a welcomed sensation
Tomme could be everything
That's the point I am relating.