Incel

You say you love pussy
Yet only when it
Makes you cum
When its purpose
Fulfills a deep-seated need
For physical pleasure
 
You say you love pussy
But what you mean
Is you only tolerate it
When its lips aren’t moving
Unless your mouth
Is creating the action
 
You say you love pussy
Unless it gets too loud
Speaks up
Has an opinion
Is smarter than you
Or makes you feel inferior
 
You say you love pussy
Still, you hate
When it talks back
Challenges your authority
Or tells you ‘No’
When that’s not what you want to hear
 
You say you love pussy
Until it surpasses you
Or rejects you
And then you curl your lips
to whisper ‘cunt’
Or sometimes,
you pull out hidden, cold steel
To silence it for good