In the dark of night, desire ignites,
Zoya, a flame, her passion takes flight.
Her yearning whispers in the moon's soft glow,
Seduction's dance, in shadows, they bestow.
Lust's embrace, a symphony in motion,
Fevered whispers, lost in devotion.
Entwined in sheets, they find their delight,
In the symphony of late-night's erotic flight.
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