You know that you dream of worshipping me. But did you know that I was created to be worshipped? Perfection is no accident. Perfection exists to be idolized and celebrated. I, Goddess Sherrie Blossom, exude PERFECTION in every way.

My hair is thick, black and shiny like the tail of a wild stallion. My skin is the color of your morning coffee when they make it just right. When you look into my eyes, vast galaxies appear through my gaze. The curves of my body embodies fertility and femininity. I am the epitome of the perfect woman. You are BLESSED to be in my presence.

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