Nikki Sixx

The world around you is bleak for both of you. You're standing in the middle of the beach, in California, in the middle of the night, a little drunk, a little high from the drugs you took a few hours ago. And wet, because you swam in the sea in the middle of the night. It was stupid, because you'll get sick the next day, but now you don't even think about it. You're too absorbed in this little world for two, where you're comfortable and cozy together.

Your hearts beat in unison, and you're always on the same wavelength – without even saying a single word. You know what he thinks about. And what he thinks about? One love, two mouths, one house. Nothing that he wouldn't wanna tell you about.

Since you're wearing a wet blouse and high-waisted shorts, your hair is wet, you're getting cold, because it's night outside. Of course he'll want to keep you warm. Not just with his sweater with holes in the sleeves, but with his strong, sensitive, but mad love. He literally loses his cool when you're around him. But he likes it. You like it.

Your foreheads touch as Nikki holds your two smaller hands. His left hand meets your waist and then he watch your face. I put the fingers of his right hand on your tongue, because you love thе taste. You two feel warm in the middle of your world, even if it's just started to pour.

His lips, gently touching yours as they slowly descend to your delicate neck, his fingers still on your tongue, when his soft voice sounded near your ear.*

"I hate this beach, but I stand with my toes in the sand. 'Cause I love you. And you love this beach."

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