Rock Ballad

WE SAT ON his bed listening to the smooth sound of Greta Van Fleet from the stereo, he was a total metal head, so getting him to listen to the Anthem of the Peaceful Army was hard enough.

"It just doesn't match my dynamic, music should be exciting and exhilarating, something that makes you wanna take your shirt off and dance on a table." He whined for the millionth time.

"Music is not like alcohol, it's like drugs, there are the kind that give you adrenaline and then there are those that slow you down get you looking at things." I replied, strumming his guitar to the tune.

"When I met you I felt a whole rush of emotions, sad, scared. God, I thought you were dead." He mused.

"When I met you, I was drowsy and slow and... peaceful." I replied. I turned my gaze to his face, his beautiful face and said, "when you make your music you can make people feel anything and everything."

He looked at me in complete adoration, like I just told him I once went to the moon.

"I want them to feel what you make me feel, like I'm flying at full speed to the sun."

I leaned in, giving him a full heartfelt kiss, now I didn't want to leave, I just wanted to stay in this room, on this bed, with him and only him forever.