Sylvia Plath wrote, "I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be stilled." Everyone needs an outlet, even if it's just words on a screen. Maybe I'm Sylvia Plath reincarnated, because there's a desire within me that will not be silent. It remains unspoken, unshared, untranslated, a cross between a cat in the heat and a dying giraffe, or a geyser of molten lava that bursts with babbling thoughts that tell you to eat the whole pizza instead of just one slice and to binge-watch Netflix until the wee hours of the morning. So I've come here, for a chance to express that inner intensity, to become poetry unbound, to fill someone's day with the beatings of my heart, to paint my voice for someone to see.

I prefer PM instead of chat. I'm searching for someone to form a long-term connection with, for someone who's single and not in a relationship, to explore what it's like to be naughty on the net, an online FWB of sorts. I'm sure there's plenty of fish in the sea, or rather bots in the chatroom, but I hope that this small plea for virtual intimacy finds its way to someone who would like to exchange words instead of bodily fluids. Although I wouldn't mind doing the latter to get the best of both, who needs skin-on-skin when you can have mind-on-mind? It's like the ultimate foreplay, except instead of touching each other's bodies, you're touching each other's souls. You won't need a vibrator if you can get off with a well-crafted metaphor, right?

I'm no Casanova of cyberspace, but what I lack in experience I make up with a powerful and painstaking passion, a transcendental desire that's too big for my body. I'm hoping someone out there can guide me through the wild and mysterious world of virtual sensuality and unlock the door of desires so that we can find a safe place to say all the sultry things we've always wanted to say but couldn't.

I want someone I can be dirty and nerdy with, someone I can be raw and real with. Who needs 50 Shades of Grey if we can have 50 Shades of Ink? I want to send you paragraphs of poignancy and pleasure, to marvel at what your day was like, to get to know you as a person. To know all the parts of your personality, to know your aspirations, your fears, your values. Because when you get to know someone, it cements our consciousness, it makes the empty landscape a lush oasis, it strengthens meaning at the most instinctive level, as we experience what it means to be human through the eyes of another.

About my looks, I'm tall and slender, with dark hair and olive skin. My almond eyes are always looking off into the distance like Edvard Munch's The Scream, and my face has a gentle yet melancholic expression, as though I'm channeling my inner Edgar Allan Poe. I look forward at gazing at your reflection, at your words, at you. Because there's nothing more interesting than having someone you know physically and mentally, and how they know the same for you too.