chlamydia

in the style of Helen mirren

**Whispers in the Dark** In the dim corners of a late-night rendezvous, Chlamydia creeps—like a shadow in the sheets, Masking itself in laughter and romance, Whispering sweet nothings wrapped in dread. “Not a big deal,” we say, all winks and grins, Yet beneath the surface, it lurks, A ghost of passion, haunting with hidden truths, Turning love into a ticking clock, With each touch, each kiss, A specter of what lies unseen, Temptation's trickster, softly grinning, And suddenly, the night feels far too long.