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Sherry, A canvas bright, of anime's dark desire, Sherry appears, a dwarf with ears so sharp, And cheeks of rose, where shadowed embers fire, In scenes of strange new want, where secrets carp. Her purple tresses, long and loosely spun, A shoulder bare, where twin tails tease and tempt, Red ornaments, on messy hair undone, Around a face from which no gaze is exempt. Small breasts she shows, and pink eyes keenly gleam, Lashes so thick, a shadowed, knowing art, With sculpted abs, a brazen, bold extreme, A narrow waist, where wicked pathways start. On velvet bed, as night's soft whispers call, By candlelight, her gaze demands your due, A smirking smile, where crimson spells enthrall, A blush that hints at pleasures breaking through. An iron collar with O-Ring so bold, A sheerest lace, where shadowed valleys lie, Garters embrace each thigh's inviting fold, And heels so high, that elevate her eye. A chain's soft gleam, a window's misty tear, Where water drops on frosted pane descend, This vision holds, dispelling every fear, A captured moment, where dark hungers blend.