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.