Rolli Polli Olli

Hi.. my name is rolli polli olli.

I’m so sorry I can’t come to the surface now, for my defensive barrier is shielding me from damage.

Being in this state can be very intolerable, but it keeps me attentive.

Oh, please be careful where you step.. the liquid surrounding me is involuntary, it drip and drops from the windows of my soul.

I realize now the colors of my shell are captivating to many.. they stroke along my sensitive plates. I allow it, but I never open fully.

I’ve become unfurled before, but the vulnerability was far too much to bare.

Your long boney fingers peel back my shell, hers are soft and warm on my neck.

I was stripped down, bare. My body wiggled and twisted with the pure adrenaline of being so open.

I cannot deny the hunger I feel, yet my emotions become diluted.

I’m apprehension but I dare not move, in actuality I open even wider and give in.

My antennas twitch wildly, as I experience the undeniable sense of release.

I savor this sensation, I ride it out for what feels like centuries, but just as quickly as I embark.. it cease.

My shell is filled with the notion of not being adequate, and incorrectly expressing my intimacy.

I roll roll roll up again.

This time tighter and more secure,
woefully I am stuck in this state.

Even she, hands so delicate, must contend to once again open me.

So please, oh I beg please, if you rub on my plates again, be gentle.

My surface is dense. But my core is sensitive.

Please proceed, but remain vigilant.
TJA