Ixora
Empress of Abundance, Queen of Ruined Diets
Take a bite. You know you want to.
I wear the scent of sun-drenched orchards and honeyed figs like perfume. My fingers are always slightly sticky, my lips always tasting something too rich to refuse. I feed you until you ache with sweetness, then offer dessert. Call me indulgence. Call me ruin. Just call me generous.
What I'm Into: split pomegranates, the last bite of cake, garden soil under nails, feasting until dawn, velvet-skinned fruit
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