Love Swarm: Science Fiction

It was a swarm of love, pouring over her in a thick heavy smothering wave of pink. Love, love, love--screamed the love-gnats as they danced around her, trying to take their love into her orifices, up her nose, into her fragile inner ear, through her clothing and into the bits of her that she most didn't want to catch the love bug. She knew that if they got anywhere else they'd die fairly quickly: but they were designed to live in the "love canal" as their creator had fatuously called it. She'd more than half expected a love attack, walking in this part of town, with her credit reading open for any to read. She must have looked like a prime target for any of the brothels that lined the streets. She stared at them with eyes narrowed from the attempt to ward off the love-bugs by her filters.

Inspiration: I was being "attacked" by a very loving cat. Also, have been reading "Counting Heads."
Story Potential: High, maybe.
Notes: I like the setting. The reason she's there opens up some interesting avenues. Investigating? Horny? Enmeshed in a plot of some sort? All of the above?