Lo que me excita
She adores the sensual dance under the moonlight, the perfumes that envelop the air with promises of pleasure, and the restrained gasp before surrender. Her love is intense, devouring, insatiable. It is the storm that drags and consumes, the flame that never goes out.
Lo que no me excita
But her passion is not just sweetness; it is dominance, power, and conquest. She loves submission as much as struggle, desire that resists only to be taken with more fury. Ishtar does not ask, she demands. She does not wait, she snatches. Because love, to her, is war and surrender at the same time.