Thursday Love Song: Dennis Wilson

Published: 29th Oct, 2009

Dennis Wilson, Thoughts of You

For all the frantic licking, the smearing of soft butter into warm thighs, and the hilarious joke condoms, there is a downside to love. Like the times when it punches you in the guts, because your lover has decided that you just don’t cut the mustard any more. Oh no, they’ve moved onto someone with fresher rose petals, pectoral muscles that bounce, a nicer face, and a far more impressive smooth jazz collection. Why God? Whhhhhyyyyyy? It sits in your loins like a brick, hurts like a cruel backhand slap in the conkers. So, for this Thursday, re-buckle your trousers, but keep the lights dimmed, and weep hot tears of emotion, whilst Dennis Wilson sings a rather moving lament.

Josh Burt
About the author:

Josh has been a writer and journalist for the best part of twenty years and has written for modern staples like FHM and Cosmopolitan and The Daily Telegraph and The Sun. He has also written a small handful of so-so books that you can still buy.

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